A leaf is dissolved to attract the manipulating seed, that detracts to the fodder of those impaired with life, they lay to the aspiring conscript, deflect to image a refining round of vision. Complexion vain in budding doubt, favoured for recreating sounds, seeding those a gather, nearer to them grounding in vein, splendid arterials to supple then rehydrating the exclusive media. They meet the corresponding nectar, words of reason, written lore before the inscription of seasonal weep, upkeep the natural decay to recognition; the leaf have no value to a song fully prosperous, withered his retention of exchange.

The leaf at bay remembers ashen clouds, golden song, a defining flower, with pollinated bee, too handsome to busy for relief. Rehydrating my inclination for suspending the land, age pages its net to vein the monochrome, or parcel the body of its fall. Fulsome to nectar, it depletes the air, known to reside aware of the tree residing on adorning the broken leaves, their unaware.

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