language of flowers.

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Fri, Oct 30, 2015

Poetry

Tagsart artboy artgirl cloudedthoughts flowers

realizing i loved you was like watching a earthquake destroy a city or a volcano swallow up an island. and oh god ive been repressing this feeling for so long,but ive realized forgetting is like an fire, the more you try to ignore it, the bigger the fire gets. and ive been burning down thousands of forests unconsciously.

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