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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    2:23 am
    
                          
    scrapes on her knees
    
                          
    from begging me to stay
    
                          
    scrapes on my elbows
    
                          
    from crawling away
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