Upon a name do this battle reigns. Upon his name, a supreme ordeal is here and there. Everywhere he goes he steals a show but put up a small dull mimicking. That is because of his temperament and weak heart. A thing like pose when he poses. A thing like soft crush of a heart by a steel. What to suppose out of a loss, or it could be not. How wavy your form becomes when it’s too, or like this, dull. Then upon a dreamy dream, and an even more duller moment, he hears one’s talking to him: ” look up to the sky though.”

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