Pink Peaches
Mama...prunus persica of strength, risen above cotton candy billows trace earth’s misaligned purpose constrained lengths of daydreams and tears fulfilling wasted space. Find dreams radiating beams amongst stars falling tirelessly to forests’ moss floors while angelic blossoms flourish in jars made ripe with pleasures of Mama’s amore. The sweetest song ever rapped...Dear Mama with chords of straight Jazz, with lyrical Pac resound love in walls of depressed drama your seeds of womanhood reap by God’s clock.
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