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Exhaled

motionless,  in this, fervor of unearthed notion, upon an ocean, of allure.  Birthed of worth, in potions of piety, thinning the stream, and depleting the anxiety, in the pure pleasantries of personable enemies, tempting me, to play to the poetic subtlety of society.

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