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Awaiting nightfall 'neath a twilight sky, whilst racing through labyrinthine mind, twin stars sparkling in my eyes; a heady wine, friend of mine, before the veil descends, the end: dropping off the terrestrial sphere, and tasting fear on cold lips, but still here, dreaming about a girl.

Into the umbra, falling through mist, and sidereal ether like a faerie kissed; the depth is vast, but it can't last, and soon, it's past, for myths of amethyst: her skin was clean, quartzose sheen, a graceful embrace from all she had been.

And a god knelt, weeping at her feet, his anger long since replaced by disgrace, all malice faded; a golden chalice was spilled at her base, spirits soured, from merry to jaded: the bacchanal was sated, her resting place fated, in the arms of utopia.

I gave her flowers, then awoke in euphoria, sighing for hours, remembering a maiden.

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