Vibrating, my pneuma escapes, atom by atom I commence to reshape. My sentiments reluctantly form a riviere : renitent, restive, but stained with despair.
Emerging from this liquescent state, I oscillate no longer dilate. Specs of dust gather and wait. I become a neonate.
Luculent yet luctiferous, the odyssey begins. I pursue vastation for my quiescent sins. The ventral feeling provides volation, leading me straight into temptation.
My pupil so vitreous struggles with the light. Hectic, epiphoric my need to sedate, nebulously convexing feverishly etiolate.
I hang my thoughts, I let myself beguiled and then she delivers, my unborn child.
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