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Petals forged in white-hot flame
Attention to every detail
Delicate look
Inner strength

Gentle scent added
It will not fade
It will not wilt
It will always be there

It was a cool evening, the kind that flows with relaxation. A light breeze brushed his back. He absently thumped some ashes off of his clove cigarette and resumed his lazy swinging.

The stars are bright tonight, he thought. A kind of luminous haze stretched across the sky. The moon was full and bright, [...]

Sinuses draining
I’m making with the coughing
And the throat is sore

The patter of rain
The beating of the two hearts
I will be waiting