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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.

In fever, I will always see butterflies

The plaques were being attached to the wall. You would not be able

The urgency to bite the bullet was uncalled for.