A deluge of tears,
Ethanol answers my hate.
Shunned and eschew,
is such renouncement a sign of things to come?
Plato is my friend in such hour,
may his timeless work ruminate and spew from me.
For motivation is my technique.
Wish me luck. Two thirds of that sentence are words that don't exist.
My plan is fallacious.
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