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A Dirty Sylph's Febrile Flood

A rusty alembic filled with acid and moat water, the ocean steams into a dour vapor as trembles quake the corpse slumber of dried blood.

The litter of phosper, antiquated stars, a snowblind canine chewing the sled of the seeker in rabid fits of night, bodily fluids darken mud.

A limber phenotype transcends in sets of five, nailed the veil, soft umbrage, the drools of insipid tendrils culled in the preening of the stud.

The diablerie of prosaic motion signed the sky into a tribunal matrix of confusion in the heat of tempestial aphyxtrimal rush for the distilled crud.