Some Flowery Antics

Sometimes frozen dust gets lodged in the flower zone. And petalling your way out is the unbloom of it all. Edges will meet the air and make shapes that we call existance, yet the the unseen,like love, exists too.
Droops can stem from the bend of the planets and water can grow pretty murk in a weak.

But if you let it, that’s the way the laughter honeys itself. Onto the kitchen table. Where the middle of it, is always the place it is.

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