Tarry and boredom, forced to marry;
An unproductive duplicity, void of consistency;
Hardly known to act, in fact inverse, they detract,
And reconcile themselves to luxury for luxury’s sake.
Numbness, like a bitter leaf tea, drowns the pair of
Mischief makers, no sooner than they checked in to that Mind Hotel.
They pack their bags, searching for the Heart Resort.

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