I pulled at my string of monotony
Till you came along with your sharp wit
And cut it into two pieces
That spun around each other
In a cacophonous cocoon of chaos
Settling into interwoven knots
Of whatever is the opposite of
Monotony.
Till you came along with your sharp wit
And cut it into two pieces
That spun around each other
In a cacophonous cocoon of chaos
Settling into interwoven knots
Of whatever is the opposite of
Monotony.
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