If the ravishingly mesmerizing lotus could spawn from the; stinkingly sordid pond of lugubriously dolorous dirt; with nothing but an obfuscated haze
of decaying scarecrows around,
Then why couldn't you exist as pristine as an immaculate angel; amidst the horrendously berserk ratrace for commercial lunatism; the tornadoes of
abhorrent jealously that pulverized countless into threadbare dust?
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