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Bouquets

by kastrid

Flowers are the least perfect gifts for this heart-shaped day. Flowers that live a lifetime, for a puppy's affection only to be left behind with hope on closed open eyes. Flowers molded for the sweet tooth, expensive but delicious, so easily consumed in just a few bites. Flowers fresh from the waking hour, fragrant they may be, wilt and are discarded easily. Seek not for flowers for this day of days, but for a flame rekindled in many ways.
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Written by
kastrid
28 / Gender Fluid
Published
Mar 15, 2015
Time
1m
Tags
#love#flowers#roses#red#valentines#flame#chocolates
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