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Wither Bloodfall Apr 2020
Flower petals shed like a waxing crescent

Crisp and clear scents of honey

Prance along the edges of the horizon

Such correlation, like a swirling torpedo

Disturbs the flow of alluring fragrances

A slight twist and a **** of consciousness

Brings back the emotions of every petal

Every drop of nectar, every droplet of honey

So sweet and tender, just like your smile

So vulnerable and fragile, just like your smile

— The End —