𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚

ii.

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we are flowers

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We are flowers.
Some of us resemble the elegant beauty of a rose, while others reflect the ungodly aroma of the amorphophallus titanum.
Many of us secrete the nectar in which is vital for another being's survival and competence.
Flowers, much like humans, are conceptually judged based on our pheromonal structure.

We are flowers.
We are as delicate, if not more, than the everyday flower for we contain something they don't; perversion.
A flower does not view her fellow flower as competition.
A crippled and decaying flower does not view the baby sprout as something that needs to be silenced and oppressed.

We are flowers.
And petal after petal, pieces of us chip away, until eventually there's nothing left of us but the imprint of our perverted roots. 

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