Decorum to my crippling agents
Prepackaged prayers and arrangements
Your parting bids me a sweet sorrow. that perfect timing for tomorrow.
I walk a minefield every time. impatience sings a crater mine.
To whom it may concern. were sorry for your loss. i would advise you to be patient. portage across my broken landscape. extinguish evil with emotion. prescribed therapeutic potion. accelerometer is broken. so smile and wave on the destruction. your loss

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