Enough explanation could not be said, for it goes without saying how often tragedy binds us. With those few and far between momentarily final weights. The back and forth push along, the avoidance in a facetious components. You shiver as you quest out from where it began. Scratching the mind, with blending mausoleums. The people wished to be uprooted, from the graves of self comes denial. They were buried deep within the ground. The words of those who were once acknowledged, those were passing and decayed. Flinching did they know, we’re you found in that hole. It was fine, insistence on a bleaching eyelash. Dipped in the blood, sacrificial circumstances didn’t find you well this time. It lit up, like a bug fixing a hole in its nest.
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