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How all the flowers in the world came to be
Her bud
smelt clean,
like fresh
spring mornings
and you've
woken up
camping
in a foreign
forest
Her patch
of thin platinum
vines hid
the dew
soaked pedals
as i sunk
the root
of my
fingers
inside of her
i knew
almost suddenly
and it seemed
so obvious after
smelt clean,
like fresh
spring mornings
and you've
woken up
camping
in a foreign
forest
Her patch
of thin platinum
vines hid
the dew
soaked pedals
as i sunk
the root
of my
fingers
inside of her
i knew
almost suddenly
and it seemed
so obvious after
Published 16th Feb 2013
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