the language of flowers
he was pretty
like every wild blossom
i could pick him
and see nothing of wilting life
in wild pretty eyes
but he whispered in my ears
i tucked him behind my hair
i think we are far apart when we're together
because i do not speak
the language of flowers
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I've been writing for a while. I'm genderfluid, an atheist, liberal, pro-feminism, pro-choice, pro-philosophy.
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