The green Full Moon sunk low and sleepy in the thickness of the nothing.

She shimmered gracefully with the last pure strength that emulated inside her delicate being.

Lulled, comfortable noises sang broken apart as they stretched awake

the mistress of her peace.

It’s a quiet somber the Bittersweet slowley swept in like a translucent neighbor.

Glitter sparkles bright- what’s left of it

although the bank was swallowed through the wide numbness that BitterSweet inhales.

Vibrations are faded, tired of racing

Yearning for thier rules to come out of hiding

they’ve lost them in the failed search for the Kick Start.

The Virgin

the pure, innocent, illuminated spark

The strong one

Radiant

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