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A promiscuous purpose to Indore
A DEEP SENSE OF ANGST ,TROUBLES ME FAINT.

A DRIBBLE DRABBLED BOOK CASE FILLED WITH MISSHAPEN KEEPSAKES.

A FOUNTAIN PEN WITH A PRONOUNCED GRIN,WRITES ANXIOUSLY AS IT BEGINS.

THESE INCANDESCENT IDIOSYNCRASIES PROTUDE PROMISINGLY THROUGH SOLLITUDE FORESTS.

WHERE DO I GO TO CONFIDE MY SOUL
WHEN THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO SHARE IN MY CENSORED REGRETS.

DARE I SAY I AM LEFT WORTHLESS AND WITHOUT HOPE AS I LAY UPON THIS BROKEN ISLE OF HEARTACHE. A RAPTURE AWOKEN OF UNSPEAKABLE DESTITUDE AND DEVOTION.

A MINDFUL MOUTHFUL OF PEARLESCENT PEAKED PEDESTALS THAT FALL FEROCIOUSLY THROUGH MOUNTAINOUS MAYHAM AND WRECKLESS ADULTEROUS TERRAIN. SAVE MY SOUL,I SURRENDER MY SATIN COVERED MEMORIES FOR THEE TO CHERISH.

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