Perhaps he was destined to relentlessly swim in the poignantly tangy oceans; tirelessly wading across the unsurpassably stormy waves all sweltering day and resplendently star studded night,
While perhaps she was destined to laze like a princess on the surreally untamed mountaintop; with the mystical entrenchment of clouds majestically tantalizing every iota of her voluptuously nubile skin.
Perhaps he was destined to trespass on a battalion of indiscriminately satanic thorns; unrelentingly oozing into an ocean of ghastly blood; more rampantly as the instants unfurled into wholesome minutes,
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