Ignited paramount pleasure
Lamenting possessions
Grieving the epochs of paradise
Begging for prologue existence
Surrogating truth and mellows
Preaching the grove of merchandise
Cengage censures
Malignant missile
Crouching castles
Piercing paranormal
Prodigy at its resonance
Marking voluptuous vicinity of thy cornet
Seeking souls of margarine
Relieving the worlds of mercantile
My grief ignites the pun
My insanity mesmerises temperate Latin
Your epitome lignites my modularity.
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PuisiNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
