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Assumed musings,
Raised out of one unsound pith,
Descend athwart unseen combers from lust.
"Tout-de-Suite," bagatelle uttered.
"Tout-de-Suite," doth not one avowal go with.
Alas serenity settles within,
Moreover matching ardour to combust.
Grace's gaze, one glimpse,
Coalescent intrinsic rhapsody.
Quasi magician's spell unveiled
Countless colorful phrases.
Also, Tsuga Cicuta infused
Throughout the beholder's sight,
Awfully candidly.
"Tout-de-Suite," athwart, bagatelle uttered,
"Tout-de-Suite," every echoes' sense erases.
--Elixir Died Green
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