Papillion. Fun is its own reason The colossal scale December 17, 2019 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
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If you are a bone, be rigid. If you are a muscle: flex. If you are an eye, focus. If you are a cell : divide
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Don’t you just love. When they try to pry your petals open. And fashion you into a flower. And colour you just like them. Their false chipper fingers. All up in your roots. Checking for pulse. And poking your glutes. Tussling your hair. While talking from nowhere. The mountain lilies. Who think the valleys are silly. The outgoings. Sautéing the incomings. The very reasons. The rose thorns. So they come with their scissors. Upset about winter. Demanding a glint. Of what light won’t deliver
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