The alchemist worked day and night on extracting the copper flower, dreamt of giving it to you to heal. He could not find a way, kept chewing it for test. His heart was paling. Kept failing untill he started adding pieces of his heart; he added pieces of his heart. He added more pieces of his heart. The alchemist gave you the flower of his heart to chew it and heal.
His heart was paling. Kept failing untill he started adding pieces of his heart nice pome
A refined poetic imagination, Nassire. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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The alchemist gave you the flower of his heart to chew it and heal.