I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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"In the realm of EchoVerse, where letters transcend their form,
Words become spells, and rhymes take shape like a storm.
With enchantment as my guide, I spin tales divine,
Like turning water to wine, through EchoVerse, words intertwine."
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Rhymes are just grease.
Mental lubrication to let words slide by...
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Wicked romancer Excalibur of rhymes with double dynamics of a funky physique in a multi-faceted swagger sharp double-edged dagger slicing and dicing the physics of time spitting spiritual spits in micro-bits
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