Shaken up. A mover and a shaker.A huslte-bustle flower.
I staired (sic) at my flowers today. Violets on the rise.
A whip on based market.
An economic bloom.
Stop and sell the roses.
Petal familias.
Rows and rows of dad.
Leaves leave me.
Leaves leave me not.
Seeding for two, please.
Mulch (sic) too pleased. Training for thought.
An astronaught.
Space.
What matters most is mostly made up of empty space, anyway. Does that mean that what matters is empty?
Or does emptiness matter?
O, to be filled with matter, to empty one's self of space.
A cosmo-not.
Space.
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