Around bruised corners
Dressers everywhere
Fidget
Godless, hoary, ignoble,
Just knowing
Locales,
Mesmerising nubile
Omnivores;
Perhaps
Quiescent,
Rambunctious
Salopes
Triumph united,
Vying
Wingless X-rays -
Youth's zenith.
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