Jimson my dear,
Inoxia my darling,
I hate you being fuckin'
Out of space and
Vertical.
Endearingly green,
Relyin' on pure instinct.
DOOM. Now it's time for
Omission.
Silly delirium. One-half teaspoon of seeds, and I'm able to
Erase the garden, making you seein' polar bears. Discolored.
-I'm on a MoonFlower's Experience.
He used to hang in the balance.
-Eljóénaï.
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