Apparent images dodging shadows, leap through isolated plateaued platforms teetering in a mist of orange-crème clouds. Her bronze locks remind me the Sun's aura cast upon the tannest of coral beneath the sternum of the ocean surface, a-cross the way. Two grip reality by its throat. Watch its eyes bleed waters of joy, while an unstable balance tethers us to safety. Fatal oppositions torment every peace of mind. They approach, swiftly through the dusk air. she takes my hand… …off once again. ✋ They'll never take us dead. A life in fear of living fights for no breath. Running to learn how to live on every edge of a Tangerine skyline we leap for to preserve this climactic chapter. I fear knot, for the innate glory of your glow soothes my soul. Through every instant, we remained. Yet remains of broken gla**es often linger, as the blood roses that rolled beneath your most admired love seat, collapse at first grasp. My palm is tainted, you possess a perfect poison. Finnish me in the tears of Tampere, while I tamper with the erotic erratas of your disclosed elegance.