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Weeds crawling in between daisies and roses. Poison ivy creeping in through the frames of the box. Seeking not to destruct, but to surge towards the highest infinity point. In times of heavy rain, capable hands sweep the roots loose of their hold. Leaves rising, daisies letting out a held breath, and roses stretching. As if to show off the beauty, which was lost for a time. When the green leaches return, Beauty and Kindness know how to fight. Thoughts finding harmony, in which to coexist.
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
If thoughts could bloom, my mind would be a flowerbed
Weeds crawling in between daisies and roses. Poison ivy creeping in through the frames of the box. Seeking not to destruct, but to surge towards the highest infinity point. In times of heavy rain, capable hands sweep the roots loose of their hold. Leaves rising, daisies letting out a held breath, and roses stretching. As if to show off the beauty, which was lost for a time. When the green leaches return, Beauty and Kindness know how to fight. Thoughts finding harmony, in which to coexist.
OliviaHae
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
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