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Published: 2004-10-21 23:50:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 208; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 65
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"The last time I saw you I felt very small, and very delicate. Like a flower with a long and frail stem. I felt.. so small. So open. So exposed. I was a flower, petals spread wide. You looked down on me from such great height. Down. You were a moth like the one on your shirt that night, flying above me, looking down at my whore petals spread so wide. I was ashamed. From your insurmountable distance, you looked down. A god looking upon a beggar. And yet still considering coming down. Considering whether or not to dance that intimate dance of flower and insect. You looked down on me, and I felt like the insect, an insect before a god. But no, you were the moth and I the flower, frail and blowing back and forth at the slightest breeze. So unstable. You did not land this time, but I will be strong enough to hold us both up someday."~~~
I've been thinking about how flowers and butterflies have sex for a few days now.
Maybe I wrote this so my pathetic watercolour would be a best case scenario.
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watercolour. about 6 hours.
