It's Over? Take the ring. Designed for me, it will fit no other.... the crisp clean notes will not buy your salvation. The band you left behind betrays your intention. So easy to spew your vitriol...so tasty to eat it back up again, that bitter bile babbling away, the acid ruining your pretty linen shirt as the decay consumes our roots... Such saplings. We only needed time. And that can be bought.... With humility. Consistency. Commitment. But those pockets are empty.
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