Hovering amidst dampened clouds, Having left hope's impressions on heaven's breathe stained memorial of humanity's glass complexion of ill tempered relief, A botanist concoction of an unyielding tempest held in a beaker; Labelled heart, All too unhappy to awake revive that which is willingly cursed.
In lieu of our participation in,
Spending the good on the bad...!
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