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A Cause To Ramble

Nothing left to lose too close to the brink of a handsome bored eating through causatious pranksters patting pulverulent shipyards from sailing to freedom. Blue is the night of skies ceiling forgotten lofty sighs from the fervent breakthrough of lies.
Cracked is the skill of skulls seeping through heightened barricades of wankers, and you lie at every sign and butterfly of kisses goodbye and forever forgotten faulty cascading dwarf stars.
Eat my breath and stomp my chest, for twas you breaking all reasoning for iodine coated breathless perfection of purpose anyhow.
Give it away.

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