Parables of Perfection Punctuate Perforated Pages between Penpals. People Pacifying the Passing of time with Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Painstakenly Praying for Personal Peace. A Paragon of man only lives in a dream.
Everyone Eager for news to Enter their Ears. Egregious truth Echoes, Eardrums throbbing. Earth shakes the Eaves, Eviserated. Escalating Emptiness results from the Evaporated Existance of an Easy-going man. Everything has changed.
Tall Tales Tell Truths betwixt Twisted vines. Tablespoons of "if, but, maybe" Trickle into Trails on Tea stained Tablecloths. Tracing the Tines of a fork in The road. Told, "A lie That Tastes sweet at first will always Turn bitter." Which Tableau do I Trust?
Anachronistic Admiration Abolishes your Abject Absence. Abstract And Arduous words Aim to Abraid Apalling Accusations. An Acolyte of Art Accepts Austre Assumptions.
Lengthy Labrynth of Letters Lined with a Latticework of Language Laced with Love. Laying Lachrymose Leads to rest.
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