I'm turning over a new leaf.
My crumpled, browning one is getting whisked away in the November wind.
I'm anticipating this bud I have at my fingertips. It trembles with excitement while I breathe to feed it's glory. It's enticing in every aspect of its being.
In relation to you; you're in relation. Improper uses of semi-colons and feelings are my specialty. Improper uses of actions is yours. Congratulations in failing life.
Third, foremost, and sore most, exhaustion seeps through my marrow. I need something to send pulses to my ligaments and tendons and create a new growth inside my mind.
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