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Its fingers were hot
and cold and
sweet and dark.
All at the same time.
Sleeeeep.
It whispered in her ear.
Her petals shivered.
Its breath ran slowly
down
her stem and
tickled a leaf.
Its cold hands poked her forehead
And a root snapped.
Sleeeeep.
It said again.
Treblemaker
Nov 06, 2021
I loved this pic it inspired a poem out of me xD Its just so BEAUTIFUL. Screen saver quality for sure <3
"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." - Toni Morrison