Idiosyncratic personalities can mingle till the edge of dawn.
Will power and carried conversations shift the tides of time;
time becomes only a word in no time at all. Change does not come,
no one is asking for it. Pop culture references flow, indifferent eyes
take note the slight change of personal comfort. The rapid fire of
maverick lingo, so-called new breed of hipsters without proper
allies of continuous interested third parties.
Do what we can, separating the droll from the unique.
Idiosyncratic personalities, continue to mingle till the edge of dawn.
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