"Chimera(s)" (for K) No it's never nice, walking on thin ice blades screech across glide back Jump, land on sturdy glass snow ~ Dark heaven, blank hell looking down through the ground see Troglodytes and Chimeras mystery whispers their godhead ~ the glass made of sand in a heat wave cried bitter, humid tears summertime blue, colorloss green to caste hues upon purples upon reds in an ocre nutshell spangled goldenrod first feeling ever colorloss person behold green red in the eyes with polyphonic petals eyesclosed sunspots become orange and pink splashes
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