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nights of gnawing silence, funereal stars, bitter moons, days of quenched fires, rotten suns, grimy clouds. nature collapsing, storms howling wretched tunes, sweltering miasmic winds twist unbound.
i ache silently, bitterly for the funeral of the dreams in my chest, my burnt-out passion rotting with the grimes of my tears. the world around me crumbles and my body rumbles with screeches of protest, the stench of the corpse of my dreams suffocates the air.
serenely the nights fall, slowly the stars blink, softly the moons sweeten, faintly the fires flicker, fondly the suns flares, fairly the clouds flutter. fain the storms sing, fragilely the nature ripens, soothingly the winds shudder.
serenely, slowly, softly, my dreams begin to configure, faintly, fondly, fairly, my passion starts to reignite. fain, fragilely, my world assembles to reconfigure, soothingly, the corpse of my dreams breathes a perfume bright.
my chest brimming with fresh desires and dreams, it glows lucent, what i call life's eternal scope, here it comes like the gleaming sunbeams, the mere word instilling my tongue with light: hope.
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wrote this for a small competition type thing in my school hope i win lol
