I hate flowers
At a distance
They look divine.
Until you pick one
With time it withers and dies
What's the beauty in a flower if not to watch it from a far?
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
I hate flowers
At a distance
They look divine.
Until you pick one
With time it withers and dies
What's the beauty in a flower if not to watch it from a far?
Everyone fights so hard to get something but ones they do they relax.
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