Strawberries:
Blob of type O blood.
Honeyed tang with secret codes;
timed wine flesh on vines...
Bananas:
Sons aged by green trunks;
nature drapes in dying silk.
Slimes souls with clove, rum.
Snakes:
Shhh: piercing tail song...
Armor of baguettes and death;
eyes that nosh frailty.
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PoetrySueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
