I will predure with the nihility of it all .
I want to .
I need to .
Kiss the lipless .
Love the lackadaisical .
Chase the chasms .
Loll in annihilation .
and then .
Venerate in the voidance .
Aftermath .
Ahh .
i lay on the lea of hope as the brazen summer rain washes the sanguinary and still scent of a passing winter's lash where a million stars will drop in awe of the unsullied and undefiled, pure and undefined, lucid, bright and virginal, for beyond
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