roses. | fifty-one

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i had understood the inevitable. it was because of the shallow imprudence i wished to disbelieve that i am in this circumstance. 

"thirteen roses, please." 

if i had not fallen for him–

no, if i had entrusted my subconsciousness and arranged the surgery when i was authorized to, i would be flawlessly radiant and salubrious. presently, due to my declarations, i am on the terminus of departure. 

if i do not expire because of asphyxiation, i will decline because of blood divestment. the roses have absorbed each fluid within me, and every day it is as if it will be the ultimate day i examine the dandelions glittering so brightly toward my lattice. 

"here you go, mr. rose."

he gave the bill to me nonchalantly and departed the shop as speedily as he came. 

he was lighthearted. he did not tumble into a passion with a man who could never stay with him. 

i wish i was similar to mr. rose.

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