old sentiment echoed loudly

There was pirouetting.
Twirling around a consonant constant, flesh too tense while the heavens murky.
While alas, they are vacant.
Languid prospects and asperous tongues.
The outskirts were billowing and retrospection turned to sojourned streams.
Your breathing, hindered and you were writhing your body, tumbling, elongating, toppling up and away from me.
I sought after you, my limbs lanky, too slender. A woman and a girl entangled.
Ascending up into the clouds, into the night stained sphere.
Even from the formidable heights, I could still see you fusing, running, dissolving.
An assemblage of interpreted continuity

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