A midnight reverie, waves of which to speak, far too brazingly gold-winged lady, batting eyelashes to brim with soul, flooding melancholy becoming earth's meisterstruck; the reflection of time and incompetence; exception the heart that was good, all things fair eminently premeditate for benevolence of highest decree.

Brown eyes that struck out like the wind hitting against demolition walls living final moments of apathetic apropos towards daunting metal fate batting the channel of a swift sweep of an ocean finger abduction, seduction, pill of the earth should one swallow.

you'll have a demarcated future, null borders or trespasses gasping for no light and opening eyes for no air catharsis of false emotions, replaced by oceans devotion heirarchy of needs if Maslow was ever corrected he'd be one to confess only pure success

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