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Oh how precious! Aren’t you my honey-filled cupcake. The golden China vase was broken, the yellow s..

Some say from heaven I grow Others show I am the child of snow I carry with me the power of life The sea ..

A blue butterfly hatched between the cracks of its cocoon spread its wings black legs grabbed the green bra..

You took the plate, handed it to the next person took it back before they touched it. The plate had a piece o..

Brown sand slowly running down the hourglass, moving faster than tears. The brown particle grabbed other particles ..

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