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See the flower girls go by holding petals up to god holding hands before the lords and shouting out “come buy”. they dip their pens and write in pollen they offer crimson roses for a fiver, see them take a knife and form the petal into the perfect, imperfect shape of a star. See the crowds that gather round and coo and cry in awe at such beauty and such artistry see them cheering at the sound of dripping life from dripping fingers slick and wet and red. for a fiver see them the maddened flower girls holding hands before the lords and shouting out “come buy”
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
The Flower Girls
See the flower girls go by holding petals up to god holding hands before the lords and shouting out “come buy”. they dip their pens and write in pollen they offer crimson roses for a fiver, see them take a knife and form the petal into the perfect, imperfect shape of a star. See the crowds that gather round and coo and cry in awe at such beauty and such artistry see them cheering at the sound of dripping life from dripping fingers slick and wet and red. for a fiver see them the maddened flower girls holding hands before the lords and shouting out “come buy”
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
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