Star crossed, he dreams of love
Burning plastic floats phantomly into the nose
Reminding me of good work done
Demonoid picotant grows gross with frustrated thoughts
Moving to adjust, he dropped through layers of expectation, looking for the first cause
The Attilas came charging to destroy liberal democracy, seeking to legalistically force cultural conformity and hate and fear on all the children
Finding the linchpin he pulled it out
The whole structure collapsed
Examining the piece of metal in his hand, he quested after its nature
Knowing its secrets, he threw it in the crucible to melt

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