CW: death
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It buzzes under your skin, an insistent prod at your guts; all twisting and snakelike in the way it coils along your lungs.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3K1ih41Hz
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5vIdPZp07K
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It clings to your skin with vengeance, the reek of decaying plants scraping spidery fingers along the grooves and notches in your skull.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnyDblbQ7D
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Dead and forgotten wishes sink into your bones, collecting in every crevice and crack of your armor less body. Clothes gone too, if the wind stubbornly brushing the flowers— weeds— away futilely is anything to go by.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQGTXMQYKE9
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Like these flowers, and the wishes they hold tied up in their color— bright yellow, the color of traitors, and soft white, like a morning cloud before rainfall— you too would be forgotten, left to decay in fields of dandelions, preserved by the immortality you did not wish for.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5dquHuEWF
