The end that might nurture life to its utmost awhile the desiring and gearing upon the night encircle. The enter into fascinate and intrigue that's known to the never ever relinquish of untimely times. Which sends the nerves into an engulf of atmosphere where the hemisphere seems to have drawn nigh upon own eyes. The pain and strain where an ingrain of emotions and thoughts seek for a settle and resettle of times. When the wind blows scatters and clusters the pursue and ensue of the slagging nights and days.
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