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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwPgNfPdjR
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkWoHA32RP
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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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70stnlp1SB
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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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzCVFi5c66D
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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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpt3T0W61PM
