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A thorn in my heart; a flower in my soul. |
| Thriving in vigor, My Dearest Thorn; Your Ebullience, Sprouts; Long-stemmed- Green. Emerging Cruel; Red-tipped, Injurious. A Dense Stabbing Beauty. Your Extravagance, Pink Hue, Wild Blue. Now, In all your form; Fragrant. White Soft, Slow Blush. Hands Gentle; As The Anthophile Skin And Bone, Angular. Voluptious Red, Acidic. Once Gaunt and Bare Now, A Crimson Fever. Offerings Of The Rarest Florals. Delicate- Flower. Knotted together. |