Follow me into a world of uncertainty; in search of the transparency found in their divulging smiles. This is the understanding laying in wait before triumphant glories. No matter the origin, with porridge aflame beneath cheeks subdued by the fame significant only in name leading the underprivileged towards their fifteen minutes of fame. Greasy and clammy, truthful infamy I chase until blissfully forgotten and buried underneath my favorite tree blooming cherries cheerfully.
Underneath the smile, hides an ego unwilling to relent. The passage, once forfeit, now aggregate and compelling in the same vein as letters put together forming the very name. Presuming righteous indignity I resume form tiredly and indifferent. Waiting for the point, forged by mine own hand and torchered until man recognizes steel and places the need ahead of hunger. Every meal symbolizes an entrenching army overcome with melancholy appearing jolly on the cusp of war. Until Later, I fulfill my antiquity, senses from the past presently aghast against the holy grail of right now. All meaning and thus all creation exists within my handling of the sentences I struggled over in the forefront of life's continuity.
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