Deep down inside

The flowers withered;

she knew she will never be adored.

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Dvanzy6

3 years ago

deep down inside,

with the flowers

that you planted,

my soul too withered.

ramonaslay

3 years ago

flowers— our souls

the fervor of these in betweens

too perished. 

but we are each others' epitome.

how in the world,

two withered souls will blossom?

 

 

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