an impossible scoop of dream flavour icecream melting seraphic light into the sky like whipped cream. The colours: pink and golden like the flamingos and burnished gold of an impossible archipegalo. Crimson and violet beat their fleeting wings across the sky. Each colour leaves an inky imprint on the heavens, the kiss of a wine-stained mouth on blue cheeks.
(influence: Sheelagh Neuling- if you tell him)
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