Plastic plants now! They smell edible.
But don’t you remember our plants live forever.
Jason is 2 ft away—- I race home in green!
I’m having flashbacks, my Dad’s dying.
I decided one thing more for Cait- had the right one.
I’m the splendor, trading notes in December!
I got a good taste. I won’t for her- only network no more. Because they’re perfect.
Without a trace- cold clay! I’m desiring!
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