The irregularity through and replaced, emojis had exponentially given the arising show of opaque dreamlike currency to deliver the morning news. Unfocused and in need of today’s cup of rehearse, my originality cleared, to the indoctrinate words before i awoke to a slice of perfect life. The names of those involved, couldn’t bring about a recall, although towering above the stream of events, was this feel of regretting, to have chosen a beaded slice of coffee and mapping out the news to deliver in truly one baffled opinion. There and undressed, I replaced the brightly cup, to map out the day, and suggested you shouldn’t precede those, belligerent few, the many like you, once them, a world of news, leaving behind a regret, the view is there before I’m bear, of despair and through with men.
Adam Blewett * 
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