All Sorts, Lies of a Kind

II Estranged A daimon, and the rising sun, blast upon the liquid surface, while a woman is all mouth and seawards, her sting is heaven-sent, and then, the sun dies-- it's sharpening softness-- its surface is turned to crust; solemnly, feelings escalate, again there's thirst, and how she finds him-- in close orbit to Earth's mother-- the moonman, in the midst

of darkness.

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