The woman in the predictable attire

With the snide scent of unconventional enthusiasm it mirrors nothing I need.

An ungrateful stench that follows my snarl of appreciation she implies her reasons without considering any of my circumstances.

With her fragrance she realizes that I am human as well and I aspire to dwell within the same sanctuary others attest to.

Do not infringe archaic demands without consulting my bouts, for it is through tranquility that distinguishes trust.

It is her who must allow consecration to invoke her speech, I give her another chance so she can give another day a chance.


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