I hang dried flowers on the wall in my room.
I have nothing better to do.
I feel like a ghost as a walk to the wall.
I tape the flowers up with bits of my heart.
Together, my flowers and my heart wilt.
I hang dried flowers on the wall in my room.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
I hang dried flowers on the wall in my room.
I have nothing better to do.
I feel like a ghost as a walk to the wall.
I tape the flowers up with bits of my heart.
Together, my flowers and my heart wilt.
I hang dried flowers on the wall in my room.
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