Forced air, in a car, there's nevermore a sort of Else, whilst I succeed in daily chore, behaving as I do, so.. false. And in a gaze, flawed in perception, I am one fallen who shall persist to.. SMILE! as my.. false-comrades, I do so evermore beguile. And 'tis a task but fit for few, with timing ever-so manipulated, to seem as though my being True,
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