Alien Craft

The RomanceUpon this tree of life, even before the blossoming of what is to become summers children. That are to be picked, judged, and given to the gawking offspring of locust, those ones without eyes but tonges of pleasure in their head's sockets. I look on my journey up the tree, where I kept to myself as the bark would have surely taken my tongue, and find such a smooth area to rest my lips. Beneath such a scarce presence of ease from the grooves which were set from generations upon generations before, lays what can only be known as veins to my kind. And past the forest inside a forest grows summer's children, the apple. As it gushThe Romance
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Put that in your juice box and suck it!
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Put that in your juice box and suck it!
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Put that in your juice box and suck it!
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