Skepticism in its sheath, a proverb donned on me. Judgement come cloud, some lost and some found, repetitious melody. Anticipate their looks, the mile long stares, breeding surreptitiously. Eyes bounce and hang; besieging pack of googlies.
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Skepticism in its sheath, a proverb donned on me. Judgement come cloud, some lost and some found, repetitious melody. Anticipate their looks, the mile long stares, breeding surreptitiously. Eyes bounce and hang; besieging pack of googlies.