IF IT COULD EVER BE LABELLED WITH A NAME, NO MATTTER HOW ABSURD, ITS PURITAN ESSENCE WOULD BE SHATTERED ON THE FIRST SYLLABLE OF THE WORD. aS PIOUS AS THE CLEANEST STREAM, UNSHAKED OF MOTION, CAESAR ON HIS THRONE, CUNNING MORE SO THAN CASSIUS, WITH MORE MODESTY THAN THE CHALICE OF BRUTUS COULD HOLD. ANXIETY AT ITS PRESENCE WOULD DISINTEGRATE THE MOLD. AT ITS TABLE THE GREAT WHITE SHARK OF POKER WOULD FOLD. CHOREOGRAPHERS ALL FALTER AS ROME LOST HER PONTIFF. BEFORE JESUS AND NONE AFTER. THE NONEXISTENT LOVE OF AN ABSENTEE FATHER
Reason for writing:
REMEMBERING HOW I LOST MY GRADMOTHER TO CANCER
Birth sign: Aquarius
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