Cleft is a face who forgot reality. One that which bangs upon this whirlwind of day to day toil. What we make of each ticking second ignites either a forgotten sense of rushing sun or a sigh from a day of "fun". Which ever it may be. Settled upon words of wild, it being by professionals, to coming home to a darkness that holds--primary discourse this be. That one who dared to say a sentence of power. I own you.
Disgusting.
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