Two winter blossoms that signify eternal rest:
Violet and Narcissus
But how is it fair that the way I bow my head
Is interpreted as humility, of being modest
When your head also hangs low?
But you've been grown to accept
You are unlucky, a sign of misfortune
They place me on graves of the innocent,
While you are a portent of death
Nicknamed "heart's-ease,"
A vital part of old love potions, perfumes,
For a flirtatious scent
You have always been a lure, a trap, an end,
Rumored that your gentle fragrance
Is laced with a narcotic effect,
Fatality being imminent
"Where the oxlips and the nodding violets grow.."
"..And the daffodils fill their cups with tears"
We find ourselves together
As your Valentine, I write to you in ink
Created from my petals, my flesh,
To tell you that you are good,
That you are more deserving than this
@nosebleedclub April 20th - Birthday Flowers
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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]
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february & my love is in another state by José Olivarez
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february by Alex Dimitrov
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In Pennsylvania February is when you really start feeling ready for spring and it’s also the time of year most likely to look like this.
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