“Too Much Origin”
The fruit rests on a blanket.
My height can’t be determined.
Compromise has grasp.
A nice movement lets us soak in enough light.
I have this little pouch for your account.
We’re powerful with ability until steps fade.
Your bath is safe from washing.
People cut into our ground.
Turns get made ahead.
Our custom is placed within at shades upon.
Lovers involve a real path for life.
Injury remains healed without offense.
Both of us feel like small dogs and hairy caterpillars.
Hands connect to degrees.
It’s an outside window between those wings.
Labels have plenty of care.
Every red under heat is quite fetching.
All these words stretch in materials.
My cuffs near the shell and I return in pictures.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Too-Much-Origin-843989747
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