Mar 15, 2018

Just when you thought best of year done, when suddenly!

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CROSSWORD PUZZLE IN A TIME LOOP

Deflowered substance from nothing

Crept through a darkness

So I could shut door tight

With powers redundant not functioning

Except rule acts their recompense

Emote high blood must pure disposed

Emerging thunder stopped many things

Prevent fuel touching matchstick

Too close loved struts warm frightened

Thirst was illusion foisted panicking

If rescued must disarm first

Left for dead stunned war sights

Prepare theatre incoming hostages

Inspect proves subject dissolving

Dirty sheets assigned fire

With towers enough fled scared running

Where next for exodus?

Roads equal tough sword fights

Devoured hunted omnivorous

Best heart then arm flesh

Cooked too good staying alive tonight

Trick managed good sense erupting

West to our island

Where riots stopped in time

Greed showers tainted out from them

Weapons proved are harmless

Roll and cut from your life

Deflowered substance not functioning many things panicking

Hostages running omnivorous erupting weapons

Crept through except rules prevent fuel if rescued

Inspect proves where next best heart west to weapons proved

So I could emote high blood too close loved left for dead stunned

Dirty sheets assigned roads equal tough cooked to good where riots stopped roll and cut

I hope you as flowers

Have rain and sunshine

As hard as the effort

I used writing this.

 

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