THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS
come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.
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VEIL'D MELANCHOLY.
Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
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POUR AMÉLIE, LA LUNE.
[ TO AMÉLIE, THE MOON ] floating listlessly to mars, recounting the story of two lovers separated by stars. i've told this one before, haven't i?
