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.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX96j1y90vd
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbYaGjbww0
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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.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0o3WbhEBsn
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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.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04ne29dHfA
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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.246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDP1wGhzDqQ
