Your fickle cells leave reduction under cover up,
push the inevitable to the brink, sinking fears clear tablet of table top tinctures you replaced me with,
a gift from the above abode loaded with throwing canary parchment, floating in the breeze of my cool cold breath.
Forgetting was half the fun of this story time tail I leave behind myself, dragging in memories where someone once walked. After all, the falling sit where winds are lit around the fire you desire.
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