"A dark horse of magnitude that only dreams are made of.Galloping in a wild field of
peaches and sweet onions.
We are innocent helium filled children
drowsy with giddy vanilla aroma...
adorned with cherry polka-dot ribbons...
our stems entwined.
Words spill out of your succulent lips
like lessons...
exhaling
from an ancient scripture."
-- snippet taken from "Jenallako"

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