Tumbling into the vast escape.

What…indeed is the languid turmoil for?

When staring up at the painted on ceiling for salacious hints…

Less than many…have gone since.

I have sat in the rooms of pretense and it’s friendship with despair.

No matter, the guttural response…

I cannot produce the flair.

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