In an awkward twist of cosmological events, or mayhaps a droll trick from mocking universe; my frivolously rhymed nitwitted poem on apps overlapped with a celestial string of similar themed colloquy. Curses timeline.
To contuse so called hipster tirade, which in my opinion is nothing less than handsome harangue expressed by the most sagaciously pulchritudinous personality I've ever known and loved, was not my intention.
So called hipster rants are but sermons for believers like me, and nothing, absolutely nothing should persuade to desist your enlightening endeavours.
Je suis désolé
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