In this day i cannot say why there eyes met with symmetrical position, dying elevates the need for life.
recognition is an understanding don’t pretend, the soul cries until the body denies such demise. listening to a fate sealed by the sealed, toxic enemies created by desire which emotion with ugly denomination, falls guaranteed ill relief a drug a temptation to alter the alter, to reset time, it does not exist now is when now began otherwise imagination was a terminal premonition fate foretold by few understood by one. empty barrels crash its gone its gone. Forgotten to grim this end will just begin.
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This is a turn of events, but we all will adopt and survive through this phase of communing.