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A flower-meat, hazy as its Sweet taste buds enrich air. Pulled from the ground By the dear light, a warmth, life fire. It blossoms, ..

She is pushed over. Her waiting a useless state, False, she’s a strange Contradiction. She claims pain As though she never cause..

You wear the wig, That is sleeplessness, Rested on your head, Indestructible, as it, follicle By your body, only can you Light ..

Let’s mull a cow, Their organ, sometimes with spots, They are black and white Or brown, cream, casing. The texture of their ..

As we are world tangle, Intent to abolish its natives. Put in our nail spiny hand, Our way to keep our rule aloud, Kill their ..

It should be relieving, gladly To know you’re feeding Yourself and that you eat well. I can cook; to a sensible scale. My die..

We don’t know how we stand, Your body can always crack. Unexpected, unreachable, Even shocked. Protein, lacking in Because..

Contacting proper is success. You succeed in letting out good feeling, If it responds fine, it worked And you’re good at life, A..

They ran in play, and play was their happiness. They looked too small to be on their own, But it didn’t matter because this was invent..

Kisses to show it, and they plant themselves Into the smaller spaces of feeling and their play areas. It communicates they are companions. ..