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where did the dahlias go? (part 1)

The day bleeds out of the lemon-coloured dahlias, the only trace of him remaining, and their pink tips faint just a little as the night begins to blossom. The brooding dusk inflates me, fibre by living fibre, in shades of

where did the dahlias go? (part 1)

The day bleeds out of the lemon-coloured dahlias, the only trace of him remaining, and their pink tips faint just a little as the night begins to blossom. The brooding dusk inflates me, fibre by living fibre, in shades of