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Leaves, sticks, and seeds make up this six foot stalk. Oh, how she blooms before the flashing lights! Leaving men and women with a stunned gawk. Oh, you cause the seeds of your kind at night, to dream of heights they won't reach; how sadly try the delusional. But in all kin, is imprinted least a scar on their psyches. Sacrificial offer in porcelain is ritually performed by some daily. If not for fame, glory, or money, then to mirror fashion people's ideal beauty. A cyclic mental disease that won't end. Shhh.. Here she comes! The first, but not the least. An appetizer for the famine feast!
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Sonnet to The Stalk and Seeds
Leaves, sticks, and seeds make up this six foot stalk. Oh, how she blooms before the flashing lights! Leaving men and women with a stunned gawk. Oh, you cause the seeds of your kind at night, to dream of heights they won't reach; how sadly try the delusional. But in all kin, is imprinted least a scar on their psyches. Sacrificial offer in porcelain is ritually performed by some daily. If not for fame, glory, or money, then to mirror fashion people's ideal beauty. A cyclic mental disease that won't end. Shhh.. Here she comes! The first, but not the least. An appetizer for the famine feast!
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25/Iowa
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
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