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I would deny its existence and favor the second place prediction of Tuesday; For the beginning is never subtle, and it tends to hunt my off-beat verse. Such a consistent verse, as it never sits on time but rather abandons efforts to erect my sight, and coordinate the following hours; The morning is fractured as a result, with recovery trailing on the heels of Monday much later. Perfect souls may interpret this honesty, as weak exaggerations of the first 24 pages of this week; Yet I preach on; as these sentiments are not falsified. Proof is present in the early missteps of the corporate clock; Slipping on the familiar concrete that knows me better, I can sense the mojo in brief retirement from these works of mine. And of course, there becomes the peers to impart misery; obvious is the choice of day in current motion for this conflict, perhaps too abrasive for Sunday’s mouth, and too eager to rest on Tuesdays lap. Still, there must be a critique of the deadlines that lose my attention, the method of effort undeserving of the title, and of course, their desires in opinion that extend to the hand that writes the checks. But then again, occasional Mondays, comes to misplace the common structure, such as this petty one. The blunt melody of this soundtrack played on till lunch, and by then, the issue of nourishment had exited; There I followed. I assumed the particular way this day choose to spread could not influence any longer, once the afternoon was mine. And yet, disagreement waited outside to shower me with the precipitation of wrong guesses. There I stood in the creators tears, bathing in the mutiny of chance, entitled negativity. But then a turning stone became present, and the shower showed itself to be brief, and I found myself witnessing the drought of misery departing. Perhaps my sentiments didn’t unveil the blueprint of today correctly. Maybe the riddle cased in these 24 hours reminds mortals that existing on fertile is a promise of tears and smiles, harmony and dysfunction. To expect a token of more or less would be devious. The mere shell of a Monday is irrelevant to the framework are diverse templates choose to be in, when dawn comes to visit us. A thought revises in me now. If Monday were truly a sin, I would advance in fault and carry the unknown weight time and time again; For the challenge of life has its pleasure, and its aftertaste, assembled from the reminiscent images is flawless. To speak of struggle that passed away its tense is forever the compliment of living.
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