Her Fate Comments

Diagonal to my reaction is the opposed voluntary knighting often induced by the arming of contemporary deities.
Be heading my vertical temperance down folding destiny, I realise that my mushy ditsy is lying at sight with the damned.
Chased by what seems fate she falls into agony and lashes out as she embraces an ambush sought.
Her world is shadowed by a daisy skillet thought to haunt the undiscerning. To rescue is a bypass only saddened to interplay the corners of time.
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