So you have lovers, eh?
You should reveal their coordinates in you
so that they could revel yours in them.
As you and they shall
finally find each other
at that imminent meeting minute
of the successful search set-series,
never will a timeline of any type
separation of any sort.
Thus plurality perishes,
as the supremely smooth-full,
by the uniquely utmost utter union
swiftly swarms your severely sick-less,
So, you have lovers?
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