Let's make brain-babies under the heavenly moonlit skies, enveloped in winters sacred lover's embrace. As the apple trees melt and fade away when the angel screams her impurities and her eyes bleed black and blue, her cheeks bruised like a sunkissed doll.
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Let's make brain-babies under the heavenly moonlit skies, enveloped in winters sacred lover's embrace. As the apple trees melt and fade away when the angel screams her impurities and her eyes bleed black and blue, her cheeks bruised like a sunkissed doll.
Lol, I love you and my poetic skills amaze me.
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Clearly I'm excited.
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beautiful poetry my darling.
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You rock.
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*bows*
Hahaha
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