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.320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRQ5OuwWB3A
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH25qg6m744
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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.320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZjzgr0y3a7
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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.320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGGbtuNaAQa
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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.320Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsMdQ9cvtV2
