My minds murderous methods make memories magically melt.
Maybe media must maximize mainstream mentalities.
Maybe mere man must minimize malpractice.
My mother made me meticulously mindful, made me mistrust Machiavellians.
My mind mimics me mockingly, making my modesty miss my minced mirth.
Moreover, my mind murders memories meticulously.
My mind murders.
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