Empty space..

Vivid but reluctant to try out old, oh the paradigms of space.. Why is it your grace has melted to the beginnings of nothingness. Shallow the highs that come from trivialities. From the beckons of old, nigh near nor want begotten thee. From out of old space come’s anew, refreshing like a butterfly. Arrived at empty space the wonderous carvings have interloped through. Yet again tale’s anew. How wonderfully transmuted through and through. The pinions diluted to..


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