The flowers I pick,
Always have even pedals.
So, she loves me not.
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The sky is falling.
It will crush the entire world.
We need to prepare.
Help, I can’t breathe!
I’…
Soul stretching miles of mountains
Reaching for stars until it starts to burn
Creating our own ambience
Mixing interests on an empty palette
The wholesome taste of…
You are what you ea…