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Your fragrance is the agenda manifesting in my lugs ; I'm exhaling dark blue, which perfectly blends with the grey surrounding atmosphere of your uncertain feelings.
You played the half rotten strings that were attaching me to the person I thought you are in a monotonous regularity ; I became the puppet of thy will and choice.

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