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these flowërs bloom like watercolor bruises, soft and aching dipped in longing, kissed by silence. petals-don’t-cry, but they remember.
ㅤㅤꫂ ၴႅA LITTLE LØVE STRUCK @YUHAYUH. ♥️
this month is a memory wearing light:
a windowsill glow, dessert peach skin,
the itch of tall grass, the itch of loving,
the itch of summer standing tiptoe
just to see what’s beyond the fence. :::
and somewhere between the pollen & poems,
i held something like a name, and let it go like petals in wind.
ㅤㅤㅤ
these flowërs bloom like watercolor bruises, soft and aching dipped in longing, kissed by silence. petals-don’t-cry, but they remember.
ㅤㅤꫂ ၴႅA LITTLE LØVE STRUCK @YUHAYUH. ♥️
this month is a memory wearing light:
a windowsill glow, dessert peach skin,
the itch of tall grass, the itch of loving,
the itch of summer standing tiptoe
just to see what’s beyond the fence. :::
and somewhere between the pollen & poems,
i held something like a name, and let it go like petals in wind.
ㅤㅤㅤ