Alone,the pastel porsline breathes.
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In and out the small barrel heaves.
Exciting is the closed eye\'s sight.
Outstretched the arms admit to flight.
Silent lies the tong labeled Fresh!
Braced only by the stolen mesh.
Short and light feathery man\'s mane.
White reminiscence of the pain..
Now still is the proud emperor.
Strong and small fallen Greek sculpture.
Loved security seeking hand.
Fate grants a star to live on land.