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.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkuou62tQiC
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3eGT7oRJ6w
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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.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEcVpZ2I6mC
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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.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvfvYEFrLM
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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.321Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjQOUyZ4i9W
