His death stick lights with his magic fire igniter and
slowly decays as it absorbs into his air sacks of his big burly barrelled
chest. His forest of calcium that invades the area circumferences his pursed
and cracked exterior kiss dreamers has turned a tint of sunflower as the cough
developing exhaust rustles through. His visual optics focused forwarding into
the dead darkness of the cold flurry of midnight searching for nothing,
crevasses engage outwards from the corners gathering length as each year
perishes. His twin-holed snorkel lengthy and taunt guides his restless journey
like a complicated compass in an iron field. His armour that joins these gaunt
objects together is scarred from prosperously poor times. His dream delayer,
his choice changer, his wish wager have been tediously tendered over elongated amounts
of minute hands passing twelve and now is hardened like the steel bars that
held him in. His thatch roof neat though
greasy and ungroomed sways in the crisp breath of the nights gasps as she
stands steady for a few more cool hours. His twelve vertebrae hunch as gravity
slowly increases her hold on his lonely soul. She devilishly lures him away
from his pubescent adventures over a myriad of sugarcoated breads with an
arranged number of matches beloved upon the summits. His long tentaclur rugged thing grabbers flick
furiously the exhaust particle extractor away in a frenzy of sparks as it
crashes into the solid frost that has formed on the grassy knoll. He sadly
turns and drags his weak tired leather enveloped stompers towards the wooden façade
walls that surrender his life into a small serene bubble of sullen subpar
sadistic surroundings. That would be his last graceful affair with her.
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