So is that very moment matters, or replays eventually hackle?
Mine or whose vagary is versus volition here.
See public reflections of pages of the rest; touched not only gratitudes.
Something never procrastinated as missing commune and reluctan‘ initiative.
But Serene Did dip, Pittying the Sub inJected.
All but blurt as though my entity exists.
As though you had reason, had right to reply.
Glitches, spleeches, farcicious facts fumed frat or more.
No time for ambivalence solved among encoding, decoding, an‘ equivocating.
Pride, or conscious, or imp‘ syndro’, lies in whom of me.
Have them or not claim I be the right tears, the right affection?
‘Cause not mess is such impulsion, such impalation.
Avant toi, now ends in cask, back of red.
The same where it starts, avant toi, avant toi.
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