Why on earth would you expect pretty words to sprout from my mouth when my insides are filled with rottenness?
What can possibly grow and flourish when all that is left to water with is tinged with saltiness?
You wanted.
You expected.
You hated this rare bloom that people stopped to admire
and so.....
With your heavy boots you trampled me into the soil and made me....
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Why on earth would you expect pretty words to sprout from my mouth when my insides are filled with rottenness?
What can possibly grow and flourish when all that is left to water with is tinged with saltiness?
You wanted.
You expected.
You hated this rare bloom that people stopped to admire
and so.....
With your heavy boots you trampled me into the soil and made me....
*****
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