CW: death
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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.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWHWeS59oLe
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxBkoAG8WPw
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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.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1IqisgXiLd
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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.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd3nwIvQdkx
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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.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmuCUzJiana
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