I didn't know whether she was a tantalizing fairy; or whether she bounced like an impeccable angel; in the corridors of my horrendously devastated life,
I didn't know whether she was an ingratiatingly redolent flower; or whether she was voluptuously resplendent moonshine; that enshrouded every iota of my despicable existence; with unparalleled mysticism and charm,
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