Areas are slight actions, with solving to do,
Their emissions are like bombs of balls,
Flattened on the quests of our minds.
The sea is a man of such wonder,
Areas like them swing to the music
Of waves that do grow into sizes of wrongness.
These areas dissolve and resolve,
You must be absolved forever,
Let sins be numbed, let sins be not done!
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