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.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNxgzeH7Wx
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlWTTpsKqCZ
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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.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ6EodgrHv0
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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.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpbIHCSc9j9
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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.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OJdZ0GiDb
