ii. florescence's shrine

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lo and behold, the trail of flowers that composes my quiddity. it blooms from the nurturing soil of my heart and emerges on all its open edges. i live for the framed exhibitions of hope painted in acrylic medium stemming from their delicate peduncles and out of the cracks of my own porcelain figure. i am a flawsome masterpiece and the flowers growing from my mistakes are the proofs of my divine florescence.

𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺

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