Multiversal puzzle 1 solved
Like a wet suit that is then dried, false-appreciation drives on by, imitating some who are important and others who are spent, but never embodying that soulfulness and unrest, like temerity giddy for another round, of gabbing about ribbons on fresh milk crowned, so eve sets like the sun rises, but where is the little white lie, when the sun rises?
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