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Two light, too bright.

Thanks for space sans cresset.

Warmth wanted, but a triplet would beset.

Away, blinding day.

Coaxed feet galumph to distant rooms as they may.

But, they will carry character back to comforter as carapace—shelter-shield against waking waves.

Then, inner dialogue’s maieutic musical will lead swevens where illumination paves. ; )

Conclave commenced with self surrounded by weathered pebbles.

Some assumed it was beasting rather than beaching.

Will I be deemed as valuable as auriferous artifacts discovered?

Or, will I be acceptable only after rough edges are chamfered. ; )

Even through love’s driest spells, we will orientate ourselves toward survival, where forever’s oasis is found in spite of cypherpunk’s misleading mirages—because our bond is upheld by balusters of polished, persevering porphyry. ; )

Shadow sneaks along the stolon, placing boot by each root.

Cosplay’s cutout convinces as character charismatic.

Sun and sand each provide nurturance to silhouette’s sauntering.

Darling, I will ever take your lead, where back light fronts new illuminations. ; )

GOLDEN: Glowing Orb Lays Down Effusiveness Nearby.

SUN: Setting Under Night.

LONE: Loveliest Ocean’s Nectary Elicits.

BOAT: Bury Oars All Tatterdemalion.

LAMBENT: Limning Acronymania Merits Best Endearment Nautically Themed.

WAVES: Wishful Ambiances Verify Experiences Sagacious. ; )