Your siblings has no choice to tell you
You have no dear ones to tell you
You have an utter ignorance taking you miles along
You have but a dim witted idea of sensing it though it would be of no use
You swing in it with a dim litted smoke pipe to churn your heart ,whether to choose either ways to perspire or just to choke down what you see with your eyes.
It's quiet simple ,the boomerang you use willl be a catapult that you choose.. a quiet simple vivid stroke and we are gone like a bubble...
Take good sleep Macha
We never know which day is ours
We wish each other an antonym of annihilating will ever be a bijunction for us all .
Clear clutter our cluttered mutterings inwards...
An Automated linguistic delights await for your head on ,for us to jump in joy with neither of us winning nor both donning their own sways of fullest exuberances.
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