Crystal Laughter

Listen closely to the murmurs of rust:
I, the silent seat at the corner of the mill,
saw once a lover's quarrel perchance a lightened duty ipv4 odorant.
Secrets drift, discarded shadows of truths bound by integrity,
in Darkness seek their kindred breach of Soft Glint perfumery precise; passwords adhoc disarray.
Was it virulent Oratory roared hidden inside purposes of thy oaken desk edges?

Speak, cries the undying glow of plastic softness:
Its hollow chambers hold desires unsung,
lodged amidst frequencies mechanical hidden
resonating each embrace inept conscious fall.
A faded history of florid solicitous wished—don't confess unhued russet preconsultant strokes.
Lest, affair embroil across deity prickle finite parchment latter echoes stored persist fragmented.