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The warm, liquid gold
that passed through the
pipes, to the infinite pool
of comfort. Droplets of
intricacies
came and went.
It lingered not.
No harmony was
purely harmonious, nor
jarring, but its soul waved,
drifted along the currents
of the pool of gold.
It flowed.
The liquid filled up
the room and caressed
those ears. It drowned
you whole. Its, sweet
savoury notes punctured
through you. You were no
longer invincible.
Alas, the liquid drained,
yet it drained not.
For the liquid turned
heads into vessels
of gold itself.
The song prevails.