the language of flowers
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    the language of flowers

    Poetry

    i was plucked, withered, and growing all over again.

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    12:27 am
    she paints a portrait
    her canvas being her limp wrists
    her veins are tattered from the violent strokes
    her brush rigid and cold

    someone save her
    from this tragic masterpiece
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