Long after you deserted frenemies
He turns you into a desert and runs.
Waow what a cataclysm?
Anyways to destigmatize, despumate and desquamate,
Let me blindly and despiteously prefer the latter like you ,
No one ceases to be a detentu a detenue, Until the golden morning of accomplishment ,
To the egregious losers deuteranopia remains
Until the pearly herald of that golden morning,
Devilment,devilers of devilment not alien to devil may care passage of dreams
To flock delusters to groaning thorns of an adventure,
Every morn salute your dharmshala,salute your dharmashastra,
And lo the diapason!
A dianoetic virtue of gallantry a diamondiferous aristotelian that never dies,
Beyond this dicatrixes the road is nothing but diaphanous
And not a theft of diaphoresis as embodied in this virtue
We embalm diluents in the diluvia as nature's treasured troves
As diaphoresis for the transaction of purpose
And algorithm of material fulfilment
Shallow morning bringeth no hays
Where diluents ranging facts, intelligence and expertises
Jettisoned prior to being refined and reconfigured
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