Something of the misfortune of the stormy clouds of luminous silver

 Something of the misfortune of the stormy clouds of luminous silver in a ferocious bad wind who, against the rhyme of reason, with stumbled rhythm from bad to worse flies. Evaporated, they pretended to drink up the wide sea without drying up the dead islands afterward with profound dryness. Unknown ambition by itself is not a great thing; being nothing of the other world but of the blind “pumping” heart pure of liquid blood whose explosion plasma pictorial figures on the walls raised against life.

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