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He drinks the sun through mango veins, strawberry stars caught in his hair. Roots entwine his pulsing bones, a garden breathing open air. Fingers twist like vines in bloom, clutching fruit of liquid fire. Bananas arc like golden moons, ripe with hunger, ripe with desire. From earthen flesh, the cosmos spills, swirling seeds in nebula streams. Apples orbit, weightless, free, drifting slow through sugar dreams. Is he the harvest, or the sower? A god of growth, or feast untamed? The answer hums in bursting flavor, a universe by hunger claimed.
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He drinks the sun through mango veins, strawberry stars caught in his hair. Roots entwine his pulsing bones, a garden breathing open air. Fingers twist like vines in bloom, clutching fruit of liquid fire. Bananas arc like golden moons, ripe with hunger, ripe with desire. From earthen flesh, the cosmos spills, swirling seeds in nebula streams. Apples orbit, weightless, free, drifting slow through sugar dreams. A universe by hunger claimed, a feast of light, a world untamed. Is he the harvest, or the sower? A god of growth, or feast untamed? The answer hums in bursting flavor, a taste that time cannot explain. He drinks the sun… Strawberry stars… A universe… By hunger claimed… Apples orbit, weightless, free, drifting slow through sugar dreams. A universe by hunger claimed, a feast of light, a world untamed.
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