I left a decisive stroke, awake night’s forging collective time, within infinite configuration a vision recursively the placement to time, watching was a concept of strokes, configuring with thought, a conclusion brought about by the adaptation of warmths coexistence with embers thought. A semblance of time, framed another brush-stroke resisting reactionary thought, as thinking became time, knowing thought rounding carefree and impromptu a exit wound by the midnight hours. Left the page and walked the path to contemplation, knowing all existence replay her words, them heart fragile, bastions last hurt, contemplation for mixed emotions, strokes by the hour, words heard and unsolved, amended in thought, remixing betrayal, affixing the prefix, thought driven by emotion, loving the lesser more, the least midnight rounds, in confess, choosing thought over thinking, has room left to be her report.

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