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Little Flower
Sunshine burns through the lens
of my camera
The film comes out charred and black
It doesn't bother me, I can
still see you smiling
Don't stop giggling
little flower
The world depends on you.
2/21/25
Sunshine burns through the lens
of my camera
The film comes out charred and black
It doesn't bother me, I can
still see you smiling
Don't stop giggling
little flower
The world depends on you.
2/21/25