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While on the lonely path I chanced upon a tree in bloom cool pink under stellar wrath its value held in its doom. I gazed upon its beauty its worth seemed ever true so unlike diamonds and their cruelty its days but number few. Its folds held fragrant melody its petals soft as silk yet many think gold a remedy scratched from earth by all manner of ilk. I plucked a handsome cluster to prolong my chance encounter. It set the clock to muster its price all the more profounder.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 9:43 PM UTC
Blossoms
While on the lonely path I chanced upon a tree in bloom cool pink under stellar wrath its value held in its doom. I gazed upon its beauty its worth seemed ever true so unlike diamonds and their cruelty its days but number few. Its folds held fragrant melody its petals soft as silk yet many think gold a remedy scratched from earth by all manner of ilk. I plucked a handsome cluster to prolong my chance encounter. It set the clock to muster its price all the more profounder.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 9:43 PM UTC
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