
We're all well researched, just based upon the quantity of days we've been here.
The perception of cognition is certainly something to reckon with, however.
One has no eyes, one has no scent, and one must undoubtedly be left with no memory.
He who proclaims to remember the events must stand up against the fool who has relished in the peace and silence of this variable day.
The thought of taste turns his stomach although he has never had the chance to suck a single morsel.
Come, step right here and stand up against the unmovable tide of fortune and time.
Protest your experience one last time with a lilting effect which will supersede the passing of day.
The moon might dare you to speak but your voice has been forsaken by the concept of wealth.
About the Creator
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When faced with a difficult decision, she opted for the dog.


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