When The Heart Wasn't Throbbing Comments

When the thunderously voluptuous clouds weren't showering golden rain; they were still wonderfully enamoring countless; in the swirl of their unsurpassably untainted sensuality,

When the poignantly scarlet roses weren't blossoming into ecstatic vitality; they were still tirelessly disseminating the scent of seduction; to every cranny of this fathomlessly blissful Universe,
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