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Keeping a handful, of hardy flowers holding its worth, even without water I slipped the white and multi-colored into a square cup The windowsill becomes its home before the rest go on to be her decor The months go by, and all I can assume, the others were thrown out after they died But mine, mine were just fine resting in the cup, I find The colors so beautiful and fine Then there comes a time Where I need to run and hide I grab these flowers of mine Take them with me so that they may not be ruined too in time If the house I had was going to be burned up in no time I took the flowers with me this time I had this cup to hold them in But now I have to keep them in my hands at all times Or let them turn to ash in time
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May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
Gypsophila
Keeping a handful, of hardy flowers holding its worth, even without water I slipped the white and multi-colored into a square cup The windowsill becomes its home before the rest go on to be her decor The months go by, and all I can assume, the others were thrown out after they died But mine, mine were just fine resting in the cup, I find The colors so beautiful and fine Then there comes a time Where I need to run and hide I grab these flowers of mine Take them with me so that they may not be ruined too in time If the house I had was going to be burned up in no time I took the flowers with me this time I had this cup to hold them in But now I have to keep them in my hands at all times Or let them turn to ash in time
Keeping them safe In hopes of making it all year round I will bring them there and back home Another goal
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From Sophie's basement
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
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