I'm so edible
I'm so edible
The signature should prevail as a spectacle.
I associated this declaration of appreciation as acceptable.
I permeate this testimony like a professional.
I know my imaginative mind is so flexible.
The optics so plentiful, and the magnificence so undressable.
I associate my individuality as so incompressible.
The speculum of this inspection is so unintentional.
There's no such gizmo that makes me regrettable.
I'm not reprehensible.
I'm so astonishing with ethusiasm it's commendable.
I'm so universally presentable.
I was so quintessence you could spiritually fabricate the detectable.
Accordingly this is why,
I'm so edible.
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