flower

Thu, 06/20/2019 - 02:47 -- nlamb1

a plucked rose. thrown on the ground, removed from the bush. detatched from the roots, the red petals ceased to be crimson. instead, the once red flower drowned in a pool of its own blood. plucked. 

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