Sick of settling for flowers
W i l t i n g
Crumbling beneath my fingertips
Before they had the chance to really live
What’s the point?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
Sick of settling for flowers
W i l t i n g
Crumbling beneath my fingertips
Before they had the chance to really live
What’s the point?
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