Like the dew drops dropped at dawn downpoured the diamond drops from the deep dale-chasm of your eyes, where they have been collected for years but remained trapped for the want of an outlet after ascending up the heart inflicted with agonies amalgamated from stern stresses stored , yet unsprouted and unsplashed , seeking your burst of groans and moans ,deserting me at the state of strangled splits endeavouring to eschew the eschew the ecstasy of aesthetic renunciation, oriented to all the worldly denunciation at the wake of self-actualization.
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