Sweetened ideas, heading into perfect storms of thought, extracting the best of both worlds, held together by wisdom's delicate balance.
Predicting sessions with splendid volumes of feelings as they are held in check until given away in poems of satin language.
Tissues are held gently, as tears are put onto expressions of sadness, being felt within.
Their fragile predicaments precarious and absolute until sent into messages floating away.
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