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Some Sundays...
Some Sundays swallow sad stressful stretches, stopping slothful sensations.
Some Sundays surface some scattered shapes, sounds, senses: synthesized seamlessly.
Some Sundays speechlessly sew silence; surprising stimulations surrounding self survival.
Some Sundays stir some submerged sentiments sketching sundry sensations.
Some Sundays start stimulating strange sparks, surpassing standardised situations.
(This post is Inspired by #IndiSpire 107)
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