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An Unrest

An Unrest

Daily a day begets a fuss,
Questions so bemusing...
Vests thine faults via said monarch butterfly's enabled.
Transiently scrupled past-tense, now wrangled.
Tangled ingenuity saw to sally proving a banned banana reaming with generic spoofs.
Sagacity being bright eutrophic sight to the mighty nice.
Being a stead to build respite, earthy-
-retaliations shilly-shally  blight to victims of soft virtue.
Still and all a stead bicker instillation via teachings...
Fault to all beings hitherto foul beginnings___
Airy chauvinistic tangibilities...
Unstable, now rowwing to instill a tiff's fabled drifting... Wyrmwood teeming...
Concerned, of course, a tilling field bedding illusions. Validations of protrusions still alluding a blame through vermuth rescinding crowd wits.
A route to the dead, less a powerful experience wind up syncing human numerology.
Wising up the fervent stage, Parry be it steadfast food to earth.
Healing. revealing a hue searching to all seeing.
Left to view reflections behind lime timed rested acumen's via a sun.
Furrowing into night spectrum bereaving.
Be it Historic, too few sapient do leave it to select beings.
Also.... chuck the haters.     

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