euphoric state
- her purple petals limp
stimulant and depressant
dilated eye blood vessels, spiral red
oh, my protea thought she be high in the sky
but here she lie, before my garden gate, barely alive...
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
