Adoritrix
Serried spirits walk on the wind
Paratrooper raindrops collecting courage before descent
Drunk off your paints, tasting life in your landscape
Heart ablaze, my fantasies have been conquered
Village pillaged by an army of one
Glimmer of my eye tucked in by evening sun
Assigned to your omphalos, war drums curvet
At your touch, I evaporate into song
Polyphonic acme
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