Her dress is a daisy chain. Reaction is an endless game. Play is a form, of pleasant pain. Enrapture is the closest, sincere abstain. Anonymity is the purest, silent fame. Total clarity, is a bit insane. True rhythm, is against the
Control is nothing to love / Beyond second nature // It controls the entire universe /// Without trying at all //// Can you even fathom the depths? ///// How one small sliver of the ocean tide ////// Could swallow and spit you out in a spare free sumptuous second /////// Could flash your entire life before your eyes //////// And repark you pure in the paramount present
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