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.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2wbYdgOyov
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All you smell is sickly sweet dandelions as you’re showered in the yellow flowers— weeds.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F3QCZbSjK
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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.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOfOY38MrL
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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.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaoXyl2tv2Z
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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.287Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCziAvJoLIs
