your tidiness is extrasensory your image, an amalgam of platonic sketch your heartbeat shatters nine-tenths of my privacy your accomplishments all in color even out the spectrum your indifference amounts to fluid sentiment your parts of speech conform to a spacific dwarf peach tree your ubiquity infers the everlastingness of mathematics your columnar appearance speaks to substance your woodwind instruments afford white space your instincts all possess a lifetime of finesse your health wears every shawl still in your home your mantra is a blueblood microphone your nautical accountability allows the pond to remain round your singing voice is sterling in a white row your intellect appears contagious your leaning to monastic shelter braves me your violets tilt in the direction of new prescience your intergalactic downtime thrust into the figurative sea your infinity is my patch of morning glories very plurally endowed
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