conspiring with my thought pattern, making sure I’m within it’s standard; maneuvering within the days of the week, depends on how well I choose to speak…
I’m calculated to outweigh atrocities, flooding circumstances with affirmative reciprocity. my perception of what this is, has me running out of words; for me, it always comes down to my choice of verbs…
the way I move appears to be discombobulating, I walk the straight and narrow, flustered with thoughts – I’ve been contemplating…
creating various projections, relating to what may be a reflection; patterns in another’s behavior can be intriguing, some go so far that even if it was all a lie, you’d still believe it.
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