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It buzzes under your skin, an insistent prod at your guts; all twisting and snakelike in the way it coils along your lungs.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl6OlOgOKOP
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgZTX4msnL
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It clings to your skin with vengeance, the reek of decaying plants scraping spidery fingers along the grooves and notches in your skull.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlSprygZdVC
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Dead and forgotten wishes sink into your bones, collecting in every crevice and crack of your armor less body. Clothes gone too, if the wind stubbornly brushing the flowers— weeds— away futilely is anything to go by.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT2nHZP5B7h
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Like these flowers, and the wishes they hold tied up in their color— bright yellow, the color of traitors, and soft white, like a morning cloud before rainfall— you too would be forgotten, left to decay in fields of dandelions, preserved by the immortality you did not wish for.286Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡehw5jJKlV6
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