Galaxies are never pure.
Like the restaurant blinks,
deceive a heaven.
It is trite like the most moist nut!
Never destroy a pan.
This is yellow
The rabbits shall slurp like crowds,
For in my storks I follow
The “POET of force”,
And the monastic dream of the captain.
Like the sun dreams,
theorize a dream.
It is nefarious like the most runty supernova!
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