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I touched a flower in my pocket.. Picked it up, and promptly dropped it. It's bulbous, squishy, and it's sopping. I was afraid of what it was. I took a closer look at its mutant colors; Squinted at it for a second 'nother. It felt like death, it felt like butter; 'Twas merely the head of a rose. I sighed out the panic that had rushed inside me. While sadness-stricken, serendipity survived thee. The mere smell of that rose, nostalgic and lively Wrapped around me and extracted my pain Such a simple notion made such a difference. I shall thank the friend by whom it was given; He'll never understand the powerful significance. That flower saved my night.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Rose Clipping
I touched a flower in my pocket.. Picked it up, and promptly dropped it. It's bulbous, squishy, and it's sopping. I was afraid of what it was. I took a closer look at its mutant colors; Squinted at it for a second 'nother. It felt like death, it felt like butter; 'Twas merely the head of a rose. I sighed out the panic that had rushed inside me. While sadness-stricken, serendipity survived thee. The mere smell of that rose, nostalgic and lively Wrapped around me and extracted my pain Such a simple notion made such a difference. I shall thank the friend by whom it was given; He'll never understand the powerful significance. That flower saved my night.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
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