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Sudden savior sinks to shrugs.
Inner monologue becomes cyanide; fast-acting in slow-mo.
Lord of lengthy absences, sure.
Erosion turns sweet memories to clattering 'who? From where?'
Necessarily evil, upheaved into an awkwardly worn, best man title.
Cynic in the messages' diction, nothing for the messenger.
Eons end equally to events after explosions.
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Willem Indigo
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Very intriguing.