A Prejudice of Conjugation

I

It was no more than a mere catastrophe that ached in my heart. Some says, going away to flutter with your deepest heart is a decision to take. But oh well—who knows of saying that mercy would skeptic our mind into a stranger on a long road tonight.

II

I clenched my fist hardly, I didn’t think it would hurt more than before, but what they said about some flyers—it might be true.

III

Some things can conjugate into thin air, it says well, I broke every rules, more than they know. Prejudice of my conjugation is a pain over the moon, but for some mountains for instance, that plays well.

In the end,

I pry well for the moon and mountain.

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