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#carnation
I sniff you deeply, Your scent is captivating, Fresh red carnation.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
I Sniff You Deeply
Wilted carnation Just a reminder It could've been better Could've been kinder
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 2:01 AM UTC
Carnation
It was most boastful of me to assume that I could be the one to fill your cup to assume that no other flower could fulfill you in the same manner who am I to assume that we don't look just as lovely in a vase and who are you to compare a rose to a carnation? one whose grace is affiliated with beauty itself and another that bumbles clumsily along like that of a lost bee in every flower pressed, in every poem composed I seem to grow more tired of describing this ephemeral love I continue to saudade in pursuit of moiety leaving myself in a state of perpetual hireath but in full honesty, I don't mind you switching me out for rose here and then though I can't help but ponder if she holds the same warmth in your arms as one does in mine and as to whether or not I will always be a stand-in for the next lovely rose to come -a blissfully ignorant stand-in, a carnation
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Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Yours Truly, A Carnation
I just woke up on a train I shouldn't be on I'm stuck in this seat, To the left there is no one To the right, there is just my shadow How peculiar to have a shadow when there is no sun shining through the train The windows are tinted and the sky outside is murky I can see the land around me is barren with no greenery My legs are starting to ache from sitting so long and I feel a fiery rash spreading on my chest the pattern is floral, like carnations in bloom My chest is swelling up to my throat Something is expanding in my chest, stretching and burning Something familiar but foreign And just like that a carnation bursts through me completely disintegrated.  In my lap I try to put the pieces together Stuck in this seat I take out my mirror and look at the hole where the carnation lived Deep inside, something the size of a petite ruby, little and plump was beating. Louder and louder I could hear it in my ears, the swelling is subsiding around my neck but I don't think I'll be free of this chair for a long while
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Carnation