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Poisons of breath simulate symmetrically,

as it detoxifies the infinity of darkness.

Mesh my lunar twin so that spontaneous combustion repels your light.

I can then wither its infinite particles to a dream;

provoking madness.

Its pull fires a wild intoxication,

masquerading the needed desire.

Make it a disaster so that all cannot see, hear nor feel the realities.

Let it burn its course through receptive endeavors whilst channeling fixated unknowns.

Let it be the villain.

Let it be what astral plane calls- love