she was made of the petals carelessly tossed to the ground,
never anyone realizing that they were still velvet soft,
only because
they lay in the dirt.
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the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
circumstance
she was made of the petals carelessly tossed to the ground,
never anyone realizing that they were still velvet soft,
only because
they lay in the dirt.
