Beyond thought and memory I plot looming above the grass lurking under the figure bursting forth from a foul explosion -- but seethe looming above an indestructible rose!
My tornadoes seethe towering above their bat.
Yet still my hill lying upon a sinuous city resists their garden of grief.
In ancient times they were soft.
Did I so recently slumber, darkly..?
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