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Feb 2020
Flowers šŸŒŗ šŸ’ sit on the windowsill
just waiting to die inside themselves
trying to bloom and bud but how can they when Iā€™m yours?

Words fade as the breeze sweeps through bringing scents of jasmine, lilies and lilacs.
I listen to the sincerity play and echo in the background as the summer sun hits the light just right. I see you in this perfect light and I forget about the šŸŒŗ flowers and the seeping ā˜ ļø poison keeping them alive.

As a man I let you inside and run and hide I could not it was only a matter of time before the flowers would die.
I knew the whole time I could never bloom for you.
To this day i hate getting flowers
Stephanie
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Stephanie  F/Texas
(F/Texas)   
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       Perry, J Robert Fallon III and Stephanie
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