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The cloaked elan of a swerve, it took moon curve, foundational blue in blue, a swarm of swell, cantankerings of elation, not a personality to be seen on a wide tabularity. All that is vertigo is not cathedryllic, this numen is too vexed for spirit.
It will not be so for demons' voice hover low. This turn full of words lasts as long as the dance.
The pallour of your ethics needs the cloak. The stellar you've become requires the cloak. For…