"Beautiful Botanical Green"
I have eaten the apples from her eyes, picked the seeds, and left the core for the parasites. Parables beside me on this mission towards paradise. A pair of dice I roll awaiting my pretty ten, skip through the others, play it cool. Improvise, patience is key, this prison is placed to plant seeds. Leaving the seats empty; a good tool for impression. This session has ended. Lessons are learned, bridges are burned, visions are blinded, minds are mended, hearts are broken, but in the end the process repeats like the apple that fell off the tree.
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