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Sweet Gum

 Intent aliases, also known as American storax, hazel pine, bilsted, redgum, satin-walnut, star-leaved gum, alligatorwood, or simply. Eminent cheerfulness exuded in sticky symmetry. You have been known to see yellow thru long life moments as well as death in the falling. Anything can be graceful and alight. Chance the scowl of winter in your mind but remember whole moments or just breezes among the leaves. Seasonal panegyric abuse fells trees and folds skies into harsh, heavy mattresses without relent. A turtle will choose to vacate this premise. Forget the furious entropy you were born with. A nation of towns processes secure documents but no readership revives. Leaves that look like stars will almost be science as you see their gathered litter on the ground. Death is just for practice: sweet gum startles in time.


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