Like a caricature of thought, feasting upon the flesh of profanity, nothing so pensive only the trading for remaining in wine and the clever, at connective synchronistic expiration. Earth-devouring tear of thought, the transparent love for glutton, kneaded bread, and same the loaf here i knew your question. Wine and or coffee, the rack of players perfume, before the teardrop. Calescent with a love laden mouthful, fed to the text, those word’s drop with an acute lathe, of supple correlation, fret and I tell that story a thousand-times-over, one hashtag, of your words, plagued comes to mind.

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