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He Played His '''Perfected'''

pips pine poses perfect perfectly perfected perfecting perfectionism perfectionistly so he played his harp only heard in the dark shadows shattered rest broken by silences test waves wane on sound vibrations are bound touching chaotic'ing realms brushing neurotic'ing whelms blushing arts streaming scars prancing like gleaming shards glancing with seeming stars romancing loves branded regaurds only heard in the dark he played his harp ?

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