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my plants are black without ***** habits their previous green whispering of dirt jewels, pearl leaves I killed with the fire of safety a deep cutting will grow into something if you let it let it be splendid a jade negative lush with breathing
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
Do or Die
my plants are black without ***** habits their previous green whispering of dirt jewels, pearl leaves I killed with the fire of safety a deep cutting will grow into something if you let it let it be splendid a jade negative lush with breathing
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
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