You could show Gran all the flowers from yesterday's world and she'd still say a Hornbeam tunnel's beauty is nonpareil. "When they yellow, it's a present... 1/3

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The brumous limbo of winter held the warmest days and nights. Gentle sun-fire on my skin, skies abundant with stars, and intoxicating fondness uncovered past an open door.

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Life is filled w/ misplaced misgivings. We trust the wrong people w/ words spoken honestly as Mrs. Lovett's meat pie recipe & overlook snow's lovely glimmer to lavish the warmth at metal lockers.

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But your deception fails. The space between lemonade skies' rescue & the void's jealousy becomes filled w/alexithymia again; & the being drinks it from your bluing lips. 𝘙𝘶𝘧𝘧! 𝘎𝘙𝘙𝘙. 6

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Yesterday's sins have sunk into tomorrow's fruit, permanent wounds beneath a deceptive glow. Desperate troupes unknowingly walk as diamonds who think they're demon inborn an—What a shame. The Dorsett girl is choking on her words. Swallow your food before speaking.

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