— VIBES LIKE THE RHYTHMIC FLORETS .

cerulean blue . baby butterscotch lips preached leathery rumors on vintage skies and rich resentful eyes whispered for marimba tempos by the seiche seas , as to where untamed exquisite religion of laughters continued thriving . sinless pure ears gleamed over the immaculate music of violent ripples from flawed waves like the quirky indie beats , begging to be devoted ! ( ) . and the decent desires to bloom ecstatic for eternity planted shut inside chamomile organs , as so the pretty chastised feeling would stay , always .

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