The Trade

Hammering pickaxe on rocklike ice announce new light on endless dark a pair of eyes immensely deep melt their glances through the falling cover Long hair carpets a straight staring head that knows of former centuries freezed in a fraction of a warm September night in the warm September light

A night and a forest - away from our days the unicorn ain't but a lie A jasper embraced by its rock someone giggles A messenger to his ... Salvador! Sun finds his eyes - ice melts away immediately - they all scurried away to survive that unique sight to survive that unique scene who should believe - what they'd seen

A hundred optimistic swords hover above seas of weed another hundred follow them twisting, swirling seriously The weed hides heads beyond the lot scared of facing what's to come the air is cut and gets mixed up with clouds of dust and bloodwarm breath

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