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Hot embers smolder the silky petals, flourishing from the time they were planted. Smoke drapes the tiny Flower, choking choking choking Prickly thorns plead for help, drying out ever-slowly, begging for the fresh air slowly stolen with every drag of ignorance. The Burgundy Beauty is no more, stained black, forever cursed with these self-inflicted scars. Suns golden rays no longer shine on this lonely plant, naked,
shivering in a pesticide-ridden garden. Wilted over, She tr


Heavenly FlowerHeavenly FlowerHeavenly Flower
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dreams, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? These very words once uttered by the great British poet and critic Samuel Taylor Coleridge reverberated loudly throughout Nicks head. It was earlier in the day during one of his English 101 classes that the class read the famous poem by Coleridge entitled Kubla Khan. In the text book, on the page before the poem, was written this seemingly ridiculous quote. Most of
sorry you haven't been give your pills lately .
but someone has been stealing them so when the truck with the pills came today i made sure i got them first.
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"You're bright, you're strong, you know your Right from Wrong...at least, to some degree..."
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"Ugh, the thought of him driving my car." "Oh, Come on" "It's killing me!" "Let it go!" ~ Dean.Sam.Supernatural.
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