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I'm a poppy made of dried metallic blood; bitter, wilting and fading in a never ending winter, my lifeless petals falling like brittle carmine confetti so solemn upon the grass where a newborn papaver rhoeus will begin to blossom.

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Written by

Shannon-Perry

29 / F

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Written by

Shannon-Perry

29 / F

Published

Jan 12, 2016

Time

1m

Tags: #suicide #metaphor #dying #depression #life #death #depressed #flower #replaced #poppy

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