The two lovers seemed doomed from the day. Set up like a bowling pin, and knocked out the very way.
How could they live with out each other, not a peak nor a stare or a quick view of one another.
Cast down to the pits of Hades they remain, and not each and everyone nor wits are the same.
Eurydice once bit. Tragedy came in a lickety- Split.
The discovery that the narrator makes by dissecting his brain is learning that his thoughts require a constant flow of pressurized air because brain activity slows due to low air pressure.
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Who do you look up to? ill write it for you if you tell me that much. :)
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