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Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind, their tendrils wander where the daylight strays. They meander softly, following their mind; Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind. In every curl, a quiet grace I find~ a green desire to reach, to slip away. Sweet potato vines spill variegated purple where morning winds unwind, their tendrils wander where the daylight strays.
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