People with turn-of-thorn thrown in their sides. Adrift and mercilessly placed amid

This walkway world of horses-for-courses people, who will ONLY EVER admit themselves to have been… a dress-rehearsal in overemotional efficacy!

A plain downright insightful man with fists for fingers and a rather realistically catapulted girl – Against the s-t-r-e-t-c-h, strength and SkEtCh of this.. Ahem, perfectly imperfect world of ONLY EVER ours: a pair of Parcel-Wrapped individuals albeit NEVER quiet together— NOT EVER!

They will sit within the dark recesses of these back-alley pubs with their magnified minds momentarily HOSTILIZED, their vividly expressive eyes- –

Asking for that Sense of Sweetly juxtaposed s-i-l-e-n-c-e

As their happiness dives…
within the darkening recesses of a pint of balanced equilibrium, wherein, an average-minded person can turn itself…

To self/AdJuStEd GeNiUs?!

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