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An Interloper's Curse. Two flowers sun quenched and recently watered sat stemmed and drenched in arguments bother. The wind whipped discussion caused both to shake in petalled percussion that revealed high stakes. The back petalling and front petalling 'twas a sight to behold as flowers wind powered flapped uncontrolled. I have to be honest no argument was heard, the vision displayed was carried without word. This gardener's view as all interloper's know, mirrored hidden parts of me that needed a stage and flowers for show. |
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