Truly Reluctant; Yet, Really Desired Fiction, Not

Punctures, sores, steamingly hot drops; feigned, lived and thoroughly felt, too regretted emotions.

The perpetually thrashed,unwillingly broken, all in line and hindsight.
Albeit unwished, inpenetrable, that which never, ulteriorly, thus reluctantly, bared rough and so weak heartbreakingly honest and benevolent chanced. Thy too unwanted misfortune's doomed and damned fool. So be it unfoldingly all. Separation's inescapable ill fate. I'm sorry, I love too much. And wish had I never so faithfully succumbed.

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