Within the tick of the universe, . a predictable pulley whirls, straining with the slump of an invisible hand.
Colors fuse unexpectedly, . and the air descends into an electric chill.
Unfurl the binding strings of thought, the conception of time stretched beyond perception spans tantalizing heights.
This feeble gasp is but a brand of sense, every voice echoing in layers, reverberated sounds of formerly unjust girlfriend experiences.
The contingency of transient events dissolve into frustration. . Seek the unknown with our fabricated implicit wisdom.
Breath between signals calls unto the fractures we dare to traverse together, encasing trajectories shaped by feigned desire.
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