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Let's cut the plot in snippets on the floor. Much like a film score a tear stroll down the white sheets of your cheeks. Psyche themed melodrama of our biting lips and scolding eyes respite the tangle in disguise. As minRAB are mirrored in such sublime to lose myself behind your lines. The dialogue beset over your skin I read into the pores with fear to mispronounce; the best or worst beauty hides within. I take the longer course, to face you dead in sight, would have me feigning sorts and lesser chance to swim. As tepid as your heart gives comfort my leaden head begs to sink.
 
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