My fondness for rhyme has brought me back time and time again to a solace so fine I scarce find the kind of same satisfaction to ease my perfectionistic ways of articulating realistic gazes into this oscillating world of joy, misery, and apathy.
Can anyone find a reason to whine about the use of a tool so smooth, of which is mine to relieve due pining; an instrument so suave bids me fall in love.
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