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Pumping emotion to circulate words, that's where the passion flies like birds, grow abundant and fresh, like an exotic fruit, the flow of magic that settled root, I set no time to blow no mind, just write my name, for someone to find, I plan no art, i'm not looking to be seen, but if I am seen, consider me, a passionfruit. Some find me sweet, some find me **** some think of me like I am art, I'm just a thing grown from this world, passionate as a passionfruit. I hold no aim to be the best, I'm not looking for some hard test, I just want to be valued cause, I am just a passionfruit.
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Passionfruit
Pumping emotion to circulate words, that's where the passion flies like birds, grow abundant and fresh, like an exotic fruit, the flow of magic that settled root, I set no time to blow no mind, just write my name, for someone to find, I plan no art, i'm not looking to be seen, but if I am seen, consider me, a passionfruit. Some find me sweet, some find me **** some think of me like I am art, I'm just a thing grown from this world, passionate as a passionfruit. I hold no aim to be the best, I'm not looking for some hard test, I just want to be valued cause, I am just a passionfruit.
TheSilentScream
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
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