The spice of enticing, the advising is a prize of violets, only the trueness past your eyelids can withstand the blinding, morphing my movements to stiffness my thickness soon disposes, if not a witness to origins, the rich in fortunes closes, my depiction of fiction is friction free from places, check for broad homeostasis when you are spontaneous, check my basis evading if cries and lies pervading, cause there's no need to advise if my deposits' faking.