By @but_we_are_cognates
Where many delve a lurching ponder, as to wonder the controversies of ethics in matchmaking, they touch the lying water ever so close. And as close brings, a comfort associated follows. As proven to show, those only listen to hear their wants amongst numerous exploited, although in the limelight. Glistening so the small black drops do, as they slither up your arm to swallow your bodice and indulge the parallels caressed in a singular perception. Paradigms of simplicity when applied to be caught on non-applicable knowledge (to elves) under the influence of culture and customs. But so we march with crimson skies burning bright behind us, our Mark of heroism. \nHowever, the parallel to which many fell contains the short-eyes of direct blame descreted. As once the water glistened, now an acrid black smoking the lungs who breathe a full breath. Matchmaking, a tainted word many would say not to deserve a porcelain mask, although under so lays a truth of suggestion. As force of millions banes or the triumphs of hope recete to a name damned, was truly not so conflicted force until yielded internally. And underlying the acrid smoke proves to show in truth the black of prejudice courses the veins to ancient roots, of the hair the Elven people so desperately call upon to balance.\nThough stable we sit a soft time. One delicate yet murmured amongst to be powerful. And here we sit a heist our thrones to demean those sufferers which tears dwell the black pool. Even so a fragment of our own, lost in the gilded descriptions. The black, our red, the crimson of heroism truly the porcelain as we the issue mask a system of importance to the basis of circulating agonization.
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