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To Interrogate the Rhythm of the rhyming scheme is to’ve done themselves in, A most: eye opening instance of
Singing and striving to strongly STRING themSELVES to pieces again. It’s
THE paused and passion-forced smirk$ and… hard~aRsed smile$, As they save themselves again from everyone else.
Until the enD, oftenly we comforted in considering ourselves these… whimsically contained people of
******** Fundraising probability- inside of our Have A HeartHeads.. “it’s… powered at the very centre of edited intelligences, when we scribe for the sake of writings about something
At TOOMANY miles an hour, please… press.. reLEASE… and rent our brains to someone else.”
For the sake of strongly identifying their own state of
Ill-prepared credibility
