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An amniotic fluid initiates the moon to the thunderstorm―

For the beasts and men, a transition will not work.

Not giving or taking. I will share you―

Unfazed you stand in― a drizzle, to locate the

The words had started to fail me. There was always an ‘if'―

The hunger was scouring each house― in utopia―

I am trying to do my bit, nonpareil. A soundproof doer,

Friends and foes would have a scuffle

With the tip in the center, this is the circle of an iron will

Resisting your wisdom I want to remain, thoughtless.