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crimson dreams of passions solar flare.. bursting out and taking the world into its tiny lick..

engulfed consumed destroyed by love.. that many splendored thing.. these words they vanish within it as dust.. obliterating floating gently down from the sky as invisible ashes..

they touch ur skin.. a blink of ur eye as they caress ur lash and there i am.. crimson flows of warm longing.. pure lustily lovingly obliging ur natural inclinations… they call the force of this thought thru the void an unnatural thing i question their science..

worked a whole life clawing a way out of the shell to fulfill passions call andkiss the sky and this purity is most likely misunderstood insanity of thir scientists..

children giggle and their impulse to action.. will to power.. makes their dream become reality.. their thought become deed.. pure power of life burting thru their limbs.. dancing in their eyes as they look out into the world..

they see beyond us.. thru us.. i look thru the eyes of a lover puzzled with that inner child by the movements of the sleeprs.. adults that wade thru the thick waters of life.. almost invisible to a childs eyes.. trying to escape the invisible walls of their own cell..

red flashes as nails graze the walls of that cell.. trying desperately to reach the sleeper within..