THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS
come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.
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ALTRUISM
TO LIVE IS TO DWELL BEHIND BARS WITH PUPPET STRINGS PULLING US FROM LIMB TO LIMB, BUT BITTERSWEET DEATH'S EMBRACE IS AN ETERNAL FAREWELL. DO NOT FORGET, MY SHATTERED DARLING, THAT DEATH GROWS STRONGER IN THE EMPTY CASKETS OF MY GLASS BONES EVERYTIME I DRAW MY BREATH. POETRY
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the sun in a jam jar
the short story of levi and ariel, who met when they were eight and parted when they were eighteen. it's not a story about love. it's a story about warm summers, brand-new-bikes, peach lemonade, and learning how to no longer be afraid.©️2020, wiildflowerhoney. ✔️ First Place in The Prosperity Awards
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escapril
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
