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I don't need a daisy to tell me he doesn't love me, each sharp pick of a petal of my skin gives me a new answer as he throws the ripped white rubble of my body over his shoulder until I am nothing but a yellow core full of the recipe for the sweetest honey you'll ever taste

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Written by

elinorheart

15 / F

For You?

Written by

elinorheart

15 / F

Published: Jul 8, 2018
Time: 1m

Notes: he may not want my petals, but the his taste buds sure want my sweetness
Tags: #daisy #honey #sweet #flower #love

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