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Summery blankets of dough
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am kin to the sun.
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am kin to the sun.
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