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Distilled Destination

Pariah in Penchant Prairie

Of all lands we inhabit, the habitats move in synchronicity

Credits: Johannes Plenio, Pexels

Log: 03/09/2023, 2:07 AM (IST), Temperate breezy night

“Earth’s resting hymn”: Poetic Murmur 2

Pernicious Pathfinder in Ashwin’s back, The pariah horses run to celestial Gods. hack and roam he attacks, in miles come, the sorrows and lines of a fallen king. His kingdom shined like a bling, in fins and faucets the water finds a pathway, a stream of serenade in chanting dynasty, the dragging demon forcing the sweet nectar to fall on anywhere Inside the prince’s mouth, Duels the dispersion of light as cosmic rays, in ways and gaze of the princess in the shape of a celestial hymn, surrounding, elevating the time and space. It was all for a run, by the Huns, and grinning in lustful promiscuity, skinning the shade from the skins that lay deep, Inside the roots, and cohorts, of vile looters, marauders, and raiders, that hunch back in a horse so wonderfully far petite and illusory beaming dream of decrypt resonance of finding spirits in sensitive spaces, In lost races, as the King runs with his Queen, loftily jumps like a rabbit, running like a Pariah to settle in a Prairie……

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Poetic Murmur 1

Writing has always been my muse and Medium is redefining my own style for me. I hope if you liked my story, you won’t mind buying a book to drop in my kitty, this keeps me going. Here is the link. And thanks regardless for your amazing and quintessential reads. It matters, and means a lot!

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