Alter fire flickers the palid existence,
Persuading the rat holes to clatter upward
Being subservient onwards the vacuum.
Possesive plymouth down with western sun
Inhaling comforting air more than an hour,
Reclining sky line spongy too with clouds splitted
Bends gradual before the stars dotted.
Finery of linen in consolidation of yarns magnificent
In solitude or in pause with roaming precision
Facilitates the mists to drape the gapes.
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