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Monday, January 17, 2011

Sweet flower, come to me.


This is absolutely beautiful. I want to own this. Those prints.
Well, even though I deem myself as unable-to-carry-flora-prints,
I think this might be the only exception.


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Still very much heartbroken.

Like a bullet,
Like an arrow.
Piercing through swiftly,
As though nothing was ever there.
Let me tell you this,
It pains me.
Just thinking about you.
Me, us.

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