Label me cinder. Label me lush. Label me mortal and pink. Label me blind flying, label me seven times soaring. Label me rolling in the grass pitch perfect, high above the mountain juices flowing. Let us stop time for yearn, stop time for linger, stop time for forming golden amorphous. Label! Labour! Love! Incline to inspire, inspire to recline, recline to delight. Prolong my amity, amnesty, adoration. Labour to unleash, unleash for me your animalistic aimless abandon and might.
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