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Betrayal comes in the form of swift feet moving to claw at broken innocence. Eyes left red and blistered from the intensity of a cruel world. May freedom bloom from anxious bulbs praying to be flowers. Your delicate, rosy smell will linger long past spring. Thorns protect fragile things.

Love always, Esha ❤

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