I miss her,
She is sweet sting,
Red bloom,
Her petals open
And fall to the ground
Leaving red stains on the grass
The satisfying drip of blood
Flows steadily
It is A small river
Making its way towards the sea
It is beautiful
It is free
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful addiction
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