My love for coffee, brought about the insignificant variety by words, of patter, a place to the faint coddle, sounds latch to echoes ever-present decreases of inhibition, skies they tag with the ambient follow. Filtering in resonance the niche of pale, a filter brim, calls to the lasting lounge amiss, refills to a never catch you latte, those words sang heavily by fleet, notes of contemporary, ten to the hour, relenting the daily miss, lovers spectrum calling twice as the rainy twitter a window of lapels. Sipping the invite, they step no inquirie, for the label came in reprint, ages twitter the crush of wearing simple lies, lasting the first to export them the weather. Talk the compassionate, composite sears over linguistic formalities, pangs of leave neglected, where of cushion they might, to the hush tapering sequel, spiel to sky’s a hunger. Traces new shades of folding echoes, words they are called hollow, the lamp resolving sun, takes of lies should secret a file, the company, having two of thought, participate for restate lasting droplets, sliders in tracery, a reflecting remind, binders dear heart. This day of venture, has thus passing in words, patters reduce, where captions are they filter through the wandering table of time.

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