How important are the skylines to the cities whose scrapers pierce like a freshly sharpened switchblade? Or is it just by perspectives such as mine that give beauty her definition of a name. (Doesn’t everyone love?). Raw emotion that connects every soul at the roots of life. True, one eye clears as diamonds in a mist could be like clouding a southern swamp to another. But doesn't everyone love sparks that ricochet to deviate back magnificence? Raw emotion that connects every soul at the roots of life.
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