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Striped carnation (refusal):      I have long since discovered that the fires      in me were never going away.      The heaviness, from refusal      to spit the ashes. Queen Anne’s lace (fantasy):      I thought you put out the fire last night      but you weren’t there. Willow herb (pretension):      How long have you been gone?      I told myself as many lies as I could handle      but none of them ever worked. Scabiosa (unfortunate love):      We’ve built enough bridges to take us nowhere–      tell me again what we’ve become:      trembling hands,      trying not to spill blood on what was left.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
The language of flowers and things that never stop burning
Striped carnation (refusal):      I have long since discovered that the fires      in me were never going away.      The heaviness, from refusal      to spit the ashes. Queen Anne’s lace (fantasy):      I thought you put out the fire last night      but you weren’t there. Willow herb (pretension):      How long have you been gone?      I told myself as many lies as I could handle      but none of them ever worked. Scabiosa (unfortunate love):      We’ve built enough bridges to take us nowhere–      tell me again what we’ve become:      trembling hands,      trying not to spill blood on what was left.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
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