Atoms

Patterns are impersonate to keep a drop of dew, the ashen return a overture, played spectrum in await, danced to placate their fauna in suspension, fulcrum overtures a social waiter by the glistening atoms. Conversation be told, the ready breezes motivated exchanging tones, many or few the cover of reappearing notations rounding the full sight, fool to numerate the falling overture a belligerent flew non captive a staple bough. Residing open to realm in gleaming spectrum the basic grass, dreamt a sound not heard, burnt umber collaborated with her myopic repeater, foliage danced to have hymns the words interpretate the feathered sky, anew with radiant drips, a neutral cord of major cacophony, baritone tracks a demising way. They wound the words heard least to the sound of enterprising buds, our rain is the sound of sun, fun with a word of tectonic splash, smashing the ashen day to a incomplete intraverse, cacophony of atoms believed to long the grainy gray, teary sabers a flotsam of an intuitively heady swelling grounding the dewdrop fall.

As post for somebody on my spectrum. <3<3<3

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