Friday, March 16, 2012
Restored
We are confident that you are a pleasing patron, the receipt of communication of further trouble, we are sorry to learn and extremely so
We are products of indolence, profound solitude of indifference ruling indifference, bitter hostility playing strings of nonsense
Restored, reflecting and solemn pride, dignity swept into oblivion onto conventional rhetoric, we are restored remorselessly, restored
Among her moods, futile and sacrificed moods futile life and issues scorched in the moment, scotched but not slain, only mist before the eye
The blurred mist suppressed morality swims greedily in time, as serenity in paralysis as all sane traditons recruited defiance the vistas
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