But up till now, i had sworn myself to loneliness, that part of me fossilized in time when my eye rested upon you for eternity. A moment of soulful annihilation, the unimaginable peace amidst thunderstorms a promising wrap of petals around the fragrance, the dance of the drunken bee, flying within the perishable parameters, drunkenly low, with a buzz, symphonic.
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