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𝓓ue to @telegram's new privacy police. I tell all of you that this channel is only for role playing. also i use Seo Youngeun face as my face claim.

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tell the flowers they think the sun loves them.The grass is under the same simple-minded impression about the rain, the fog, the dew. when the wind blows, it feels so good they lose control of themselves and swobtoggle wildly, around bumping accidentally into their slender neighbors. Forgetful little lotus-eaters, solar-powered hydroholics, drawing nourishment up. through stems into their thin green skin high on the expensive. chemistry of mitochondrial explosion, believing that the dirt loves them, the night, the stars. Reaching down a little deeper with their pale albino roots all Dizzy Gillespie with the utter sufficiency of everything. They don't imagine lawn mowers, the four stomachs of the cow, or human beings with boots who stop to marvel at their exquisite flexibility and color. They persist in their soft-headed hallucination of happiness.‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎