It was the longings of my kismet that led me here.
The ariose enchanted so beautifully on this path.
Neither the gun metal skies brought a reveri of a sisyphean disturb to cause a decathect within the cranium.
The pathway enlarged with the swan of blood.
I remain single-hearted: motionless to everyone else but one.
Some say this journey is horsefeather;
Such foolish act of the youth, the old men would say.
But a simple suspiration abundant the negativity of their crude minds.
Thewless is the gray matter.
No clue whatsoever.
My heart cannot be behindhanded.
One second missed could be havoc on this journey.
The quest is for no other than amelioration, to quench the thirst of my beloved.
This alone, no one seems to understand.
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