Nix, I enshrine with misshapen resolve. Crux divested.

Untold times above the periphery, she verse murmurs. Addled by the cadaverous and all the lineaments criticizing truths, unsaid.

This tongue annuls cloud castles and is the one to eschew. The interstices binding the antonym are only remnants of one side of things… to be rescinded… well… you might as well say…in the event of alluvion.

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