Vented grit, embraced generalizations. Forceful vice of lazy minds. Future is uncertain, blue rage grips the moment and limps ahead mightily without wane yet without circumference. Empty waif, a general phantom etching shadows on the cold cavernous walls.

Preamble, ramble, twittered, and bedeviled, full-head long onerous somersaults amongst herds of jumpy Rhinoceros. Their struggling dumpy legs ensnared by the Savannah, Stone horns crashing into the earth, driving up the white parched bones of our ancestors. Reasoned memories.

Blunted and useless, foolish and wanting. So tempted in gentle dew covered garden, where the metallic soil spews dead noxious mercury, raptured by an ivory lily who defies its poisoned roots.

Sorrow plays a heavy hand in hope against hope.

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