The sparkling unnecessary.
Bird chirps and whimpers the whales,
caught in sonar like nets that dissipate at any slight semblance of sludge,
and I got the notion I was wrong again.
My utter delicacy, subscribed;
subsided residue for there is no longing of approval,
but the certainty of what is not.
I just like to eat cake.
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