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Breathless lovers, contradiction flakes:       You, the condition...    I, the solution:    break my bones    and fall before the Revolution!

Couplet Images asked the Messenger: "to whom do you owe this isolation from a world vast, in the flames held in all, a garden so small a task?" To which the Messenger replied, "To whom do you owe this ignorance, offspring of the Trinity? such convoluted bliss... the Isolation is mere scrimmage and obviously yours."