I need a diversion from my life.
A line into being.
Choose to discover where no more seems to be.
I need meaning.
The things I do need completion.
Endeavors undertaken rising above suspicion.
Astute, the bird flies away.
Quick, the chipmunk lurks.
Design flaw that I should require cunning.
Foreign desires of the heart.
Grave, from beyond prying into the living.
Asunder the will required to succeed.
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