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what vehicle such tiptoeing winds as slammed into his heart. so close to narcissistic
or too humble to win while essence has been desecrated. such social volume but
a chapter in our diary if but to confess more of a schism. by nerves so existential
by grains so underappreciated or by bodies performing at half their capacities.
it was devastating where a man tries to acquiesce but rage becomes adopted by its
culprit. to have never known exclusivity or so much a short run while most do
not care—the error of the soul those candles for the soul where one becomes
acclimated to other souls. such pride in someone, while this is pain, it destroys
as realizing the defogger; by rooms filled with smoke by anxieties racing
midair or carnival sleeping in soils. our first surgery our mythical behaviors
where being closeness seems to betray its understanding. some need so much as a
tear would fall to get into that space, so bled into apples or swords at our
closets while machetes hacked until spirit would vomit—the man at his ideals
the woman at her securities the mind fleeing itself! to decide, reluctantly, if
but to realize people don’t get better, in a sense, we make it better; such a
conflict, for roots are needed, while Love is kneeling too close to
surrendering. such religious language, requiring works, while most are a bit unsteady.
there were feelings in us there were miseries in us, we see how combinations
have ruined us. by mental collars or iron crucifix such reaching elements; to
have filled one greatly, to have manifested the extra conscience, where one
rebels as running so far away—it’s another monster! if not to see in visions,
so often a spectacle, while Love just stepped into the kitchen: our souls
undergoing wretchedness, our cries so splendid, while needing such healing
assignments; to die forever, to live one glance, suffused with fantastic fire.
(Dear Author: Is it correct or sturdy, or was something misidentified?)
