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  • the language of flowers
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    i was plucked, withered, and growing all over again.

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  • lune ─ soul
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    her heart was just like a bottle, she said. now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured, her reflection is buried in those pieces, luminatining under the moonroof. her dread was stapled, the bones in her were now withered. the soul that her eyes carried, now carried those tears. those tears pushed by her, far long, and...