all she wanted were flowers
it was February,
the season of cruelty,
at least that's what she thinks.
she couldn't stand seeing him—
offering flowers to
someone else
when she was waiting for a
single petal on her bed.
the season of cruelty,
at least that's what she thinks.
she couldn't stand seeing him—
offering flowers to
someone else
when she was waiting for a
single petal on her bed.
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