On Mirrors and Forest Fires.

[bloodsoakedash]

The the emulation, and ingestion. And and and, and the 
destruction that's aggressive meditation, and regeneration spawned,
by our keeper's evacuation. These mirror are no good to manipulate
the grounds, but your fires cannot touch me, and destruct the passive sounds.
On the emulation, of our mothers and our fathers, the differences
bind us casually while making emphasis on the lacking tethers, 
where the wind weathers, instead of quenching.

I'd love to be unsatisfied.

Empty cup.

Leave me unsatisfied.

Cup.