Chilled kisses and carven hearts are not enough to pull apart sisters of the waking dream. Between the telling of stories and the winding of time, space unfolds to protect their innocence. Listening and waiting for the ground to swell and the sky to fall, flesh crumbles into everything and nothing at all. That which is buried is not truly treasure. Patient girls take their turn at the ending of the world. Promises enfold the soul like a ring of roses, protecting it during the tightrope-walk into heaven. Sterling must one's character be to read the invisible truth.
Rlargusa: He lived louder than love.
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