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What are the chances, a woman like me, so obsessed with flowers, branches and leaves, finds something so beautiful, so lovely pressed against my chest, so intoxicating, that without another thought, I had to have him too?
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
A Collector's Chance
What are the chances, a woman like me, so obsessed with flowers, branches and leaves, finds something so beautiful, so lovely pressed against my chest, so intoxicating, that without another thought, I had to have him too?
I just collect so many flowers, leaves, sticks, pinecones, and rocks that my desk still looks like the outside. He's just so beautiful, like the things I collect, I want to hold him close and look at him forever.
CautiousRain
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
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