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A Wrinkle In Time

In a vile discussion of life & repercussions, our smile was just a concussion. In disgust of no justice, our trust was lost without a compass. 

 In tragic advances our chances became nothing but ashes, a madness so savage causing sadness of ravage. This distraction has unbalanced our passion, these actions have managed to attract more damage.

  Beyond caution it currupted our oxygen, upon disruption it was a final option. In exhaustion it was so obnoxious, so toxic just stop it. A crinkle of suspicion in mind, that it's just A Wrinkle In Time...

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