• Whisper slowly little forgotten intentions and answer the constant ring that resides in the discreet edges of the head. Don't say no, never deny the now. Deny the when, the if, and the maybe. Beauty pours upon the silver line which trickles down through the ages as a fable. Tickle my fanatical shifts so that the average wisdom may arise. In remorse the once sought after identity threw a fit in public and crashed the masquerade of purity. No mess has been further amusing than this.

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