each shrouded other, born in pure daylight, worships a whirlwind of dust. an angel who loved the earth too much, who could not say no to his base lust, emerges home, inside the park, to defeat the altitude they brought. he stole & stole, voracious for bases, victory conjured from the dirt, defeating those mountains by staying low beneath their altitude, whizzing beneath their peaks. sorcerer teammates surprised their gigantic spell worked while a lone man buried deep in his cap, paces behind the scene, measuring the seam of his loss.
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