Patterns erupt in tandem with reflections of ones' chosen methods.
Caring not what envelopes the admiration you are drawn to inquire.
Seemingly innocent docents haven't the ever pressing misgivings layed out.
Solvents of peace are rudely interrupted by quakes of reality.
'Tell me now', she sighs, 'why make we wait?'
'Let me guess', she screams, 'why not the hesitate?'
It's all relevant once the context is known.
Nothing is pertinent after it's sewn.
'Haven't you been there? Don't you feel their......
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