Responsibilities are expensive.
    A goal unobtained, never produced.
    Let me in -- inquire I dispute.
    Wishful configuration.
    I beg for understanding, I long for hate.
    Open gestures of frustration, I relapse.
    A bitter time of sovereignty.
    Intuitive climax to all, I seek your love.
    I know the reason; a shower cascades imperfection . . . you know what you've proved.
    A narrow hope of tranquility, a bridge of impossible method -- my thought is wandering . . ., I have an inclination:
    Where are the isolated persons new time of discrimination?
    Loss of different personalities, fake it.
    Enter a disposition not figured into substance; known solicitation -- termination of devotion.
    A lustful need of intercourse.
    A man steals your first impression to gain a primary motive of sex.
    Your certain regards are a bit morose.
    We plan to gather the willing participants,
    A nice storm of bullets -- a calm silence of few . . .





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