Reigning tears falling through ducts of atmospheric
pressure, lifting spirits increasingly and intensely.
Serenely adapting to events and environmental
conditions on our earth.
Never thinking twice, just facing each hurdle as it
comes, never letting it affect a single minute of
life.
Recalling yesterday's profiles and pristine universe
in minds of translucent entirety.
Floating on waves of forlorn remorse, balancing
moments on scales of liberty's freedom and decadence.
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