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This is a rare flower. Unique, some might say. Its petals are soft, seemingly fragile, but stroke them, if you dare. And absorb their poison into your bloodstream.   This is a rare flower. White and red are its colours. To the naked...

This is a rare flower.

Unique,

some might say.

Its petals are soft,

seemingly fragile,

but stroke them,

if you dare.

And absorb their poison

into your bloodstream.

 

This is a rare flower.

White and red

are its colours.

To the naked eye.

Iridescent

when viewed through

the truth-serum lens of the soul.

 

Our flower glowed, Kindred,

in ways both indescribable

and incomprehensible

to all but we.

And now that flower,

that precious,

unique

gift

is dead.

Poisoned by reality,

Trampled by hate and jealousy

And, ultimately,

loved too much.

 

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