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the distant last flutters of the sparrow only adds to the evergrowing swell.
blood drips down the temples, the final chess piece about to take its place.
the projections clear, excitement all around now will bring the follower to morse with the most by their side.
spinning wheels tread along a most usual path, the bang echoes through the drywall linings.
ripples of water caused by the sadness of loneliness forced upon a puzzle piece of the greater composition.
further and further away they go, deeper and deeper into the hole, the stipule is left, all hope is dissipated to the wilt.