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The vibrant burst of memory. The sound of life and music. The smell of rose bud mingles with spices. She floats between two worlds; one tainted with memory, another known as reality.

Her silhouette glazes on the  magic of the Moors; of touches and tinges, of wonder and wishes.

The sky is white, tainted only by strokes of blurry blue.

She walks in like a winter breeze. Crisp. Frigid. Plant you to the spot.

I miss my fingers touching it, terribly, insatiably.

His inviting question open ended to her unyielding nerve.

A girl who had flowers in her hair seals her sweet nectar on to the lips of a boy who has a revolver in his hand. A fine taste of venom transpires. A delicacy of pure poison that they exchange.

In this holy house of god, the divine scripts echo to heaven, pronounce your deeds and declare your sins.