With each crossing of the blue imPERFECT CIRCLE the true bloods increasingly become unsettled,
With persistence each relation exceeds unattainable for the short handed tall men,
Clinging to suffer each passing MOMENT of impure unintentions,
Only to see the new sun fall again,
Circling 'round again to see if what has fallen is truly meek,
A mighty thorn for those with pads,
It isn't an advantage but an obligation to narcissism,
A reflection lying in back to see what is left.

vidad madas

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