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The beholden larva beckons for none to behold the simplicity of its movements. The predator of hole-ridden leaf fields begs for notice to be postponed. There is safety that will follow the eyes that continue to follow past it. In another cycle it will leave behind the simplicity that it now knows. The beholden chrysalis beckons for none to behold its lack of movement. The loiterer of leaf-ridden branch begs for notice to be postponed. Lacking the safety of hymenopterans its predecessors continue to follow past it. In another cycle it will leave behind the simplicity the pharate now requires. Behold the transformed beckon for none to behold its clumsy movements. The maunderer of pushing winds received no notice of what it postponed. There was safety before the forceful gale followed past it. In this cycle it has left behind the simplicity it now longs for. It struggles to hold fast to the branches it once traversed so easily. A gift to observers is the burden's cause carried in silence.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
Beauty's Ransom
The beholden larva beckons for none to behold the simplicity of its movements. The predator of hole-ridden leaf fields begs for notice to be postponed. There is safety that will follow the eyes that continue to follow past it. In another cycle it will leave behind the simplicity that it now knows. The beholden chrysalis beckons for none to behold its lack of movement. The loiterer of leaf-ridden branch begs for notice to be postponed. Lacking the safety of hymenopterans its predecessors continue to follow past it. In another cycle it will leave behind the simplicity the pharate now requires. Behold the transformed beckon for none to behold its clumsy movements. The maunderer of pushing winds received no notice of what it postponed. There was safety before the forceful gale followed past it. In this cycle it has left behind the simplicity it now longs for. It struggles to hold fast to the branches it once traversed so easily. A gift to observers is the burden's cause carried in silence.
omnis-atrum
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
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