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warm greens greet me in my past. these timely tests talk of loud, luscious occurrences, swallowing me whole before placing me in situations familiar to few.

the meaning of such instances?

...well, I don’t know.

perhaps its...

a love so subtle it yearns for vicious validation - hungry hands grasping at flailing features of dreams dared imagined.

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a kinder heart, holding on to hope once lost in the battle between desire and destiny.

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a future fonder for flowers - a reflection on self-care, content with casual intimacy.

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all of it, in its entirety, bound tightly to the strings suspending life in an aimless state of constant change.