chanting chits of annonymous civility Amidst the chaos of vacillating waves
that rivetting wisp of nigh nigh
the contours of smoky vapours
the consistent chagrin of charred sighs
... the succulent suppleness of solliloquy
the virulent wistfulness
the abysmal viccissitude
yet the sheath of pertitude
leave I have often said..
Hold the answer I get...
parsimony of proximity converted
theres a new religion constituted...
chanting chits of annonymous civility
I play rhyme of ink and paper nobility
There are penalties to the goals
There are retributions of the souls...
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