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
would trigger-thrust
separation of any sort.

Thus plurality perishes,
as the supremely smooth-full,
sought-after singularity
by the uniquely utmost utter union
swiftly swarms your severely sick-less,
spurning-less self,
seamlessly.

Savvy?

So, you have lovers?

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