that only flowers can understand.
preach to me in whispers about
how beautiful everything is, from
the heat of our tongues to the
weight of our bones to the roar
of the life that awaits us. let me
explore you like some kind of
map laid out before my adventurer
fingers and i'll let you taste the
sweetest love your mind has ever
known. speak to me in whispers
and say the words that truly
leave me
silent.
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