AN INTERLUDE (OF IN BETWEEN)

AN INTERLUDE (OF IN BETWEEN)

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of course there was decision and above all: indifference. We wanted it to come, and made sure there was life after all. Without this, what? And what is so pouring, so done before, so human and left alone. Forgiveness tags along as an evenings-call, we watch cemetarily and wish accord upon donnance, the donning of, the choice.

            There is no more remission, and perhaps we wait, I do not know, but for what: that is certain.

Cremated in fact, in reference and succesion. Without looking for a cause, treatment seems to be driven, communication and doubt at odds.

            We shiver forgive at the light of the rain stomps, and takeover, mesmerised at the promise. Shifting momentum, a frozen gameboard introduces itself, and we play to the giving of our wants. Turn off, all ye who enter here, it has been

done.

Census as sensation makes more sense, of time and again. Reversed as a must when rehearsal falls to work, judges correctly again. To for, give, takes me back to time underneath, gifts are treasures and a given, an obvious, an as such, is for, a for, a touch on how this must be write and what is its fore.

            Treacherous relay sucks in sentence as preparation begins.

            Sadists touch at the thought of thingsome.

                                                And wishes breathe.