i used to whelve my feelings in between ranunculus' petals—discreet enough to drown it in its immense silk of passion—but you were a soul who had a liking for treasure hunts and hide-and-seeks no matter how childish it may seem to others. you were bound to unravel my secret anyway.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoetryThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
