Easy, willing, indulged and fell on to a light of day for what was intentionally the risen on night.
Not from the crisp, crackling, and crunching sounds that followed in on the foot steps.
In resemblance of the cooling mist that took its place, under a mystic breath In need of relief, having only the dirtiest of taste as a protection from its feel.
A stand in motionless scenes brings forth the deliberations as the relieving breath takes toll over a feeling for what sounded in its means of time as the crunch crackling crisp was put to an end, no longer providing its valuable taste from the dirtiest touch. It relives in every move leaving in its rolls of motion in commotion to revile a night turning in to its day.
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