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Hush the Blush

Perceptions don’t budge, as we judge the judge, who opined against, we marked as a taint. We too ink the void and are oft decoyed, by patterns of old, we’ve not put on hold. There’s nothing to seek, for each wave’s unique, flowing as ordained, till love is ingrained.

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