I picked a perfect bloom
From the penumbral forest floor
Just to press it between the weeping pages
Of a journal I will likely file away (and forget)
After it is as full as a blue unshed moon —
And overflowing —
With other plucked flowers and wind-harvested words.
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❤👽
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*** Killer of flowers! Picker of innocent blooms! ***
*** At least I am a discerning and highly selective killer of flowers. ***
Writing in the tub? Isn’t that dangerous?
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Lol Depends on how emotional I am I guess…. Almost drowned in bathwater AND tears the last time….
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