succint, suck sinked

Secrets are
more or less so, algorithmic,
And as of now, the pattern was silver bells
without memoir, without having access to remember,

I am after it
the one with the colloquial tooth
It would not have made contrariety
if one of us existed, as agreeable, in negation

I adore you for it. The terror
of pretty maids and midnight inquisition
broken into limbs of people.

Within custom does the body reside just as
impressions simulate or else be mocked
The days turn, unceasing and yawning

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