So gently they unfold, our most delicate wings, silken fingers stretch, breezing over shivering terrain, ovened whispers touch neglected continents as we hazily paw for the ground, pouring moon currents into building waves upon flesh, almost sickening in our spiraling tunnel, feathered eyes, heat of skin, roaring head, and the earth hits as the heartbeat echos.Birth sign: Cancer
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