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17. EVERY TIME MY HEART PALPITATED FOR EXISTENCE

 

Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore of their; frenetically trembling fingers,

 

Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each day of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously adhering to every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness embossed in the scientific textbooks,

 

Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt of sparkling achievement,

 

Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of bountifully civilized cleanliness,

 

Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even the most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass,

 

Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep even the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free; inhale an air more purer than what could be found in rhapsodically majestic paradise,

 

Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to wonderfully mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating every speck of grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness,

 

Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst profoundly concentrating upon the cherished targets of their lives,

 

Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it the highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking refuge in its invincibly peaceful contours—when the rapacious balderdash of the planet became too devilish to bear,

 

Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy inside,

 

Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon the swish of their nonchalant thumbs,

 

Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers; which had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter morning,

 

Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn,

 

Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease those endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store; and that had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful success,

 

Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of glimmering pristine silk,

 

Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its myriad labyrinths of mystical sacredness,

 

Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to frantically search for those stolen moments of happiness; which could be slyly lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind,

 

Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every single pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives,

 

Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its most royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated for existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life.