Florae reincarnated bliss. Petals lay where sun refused to ray. Stalking stems are lacking strength. Thorns bring crimson-stained amiss.Florever blooming endeavours. Aquatic yearning arose. Soaked in velvet, so called hell fit. Lucy’s bouquets were ever imposed.Deathbeds of roses. Rain...

she is the beacon of my inclination a breeze that impales me quirky yet... cool how I wish to woo her take her away as for me who might I be? simply a hunched back freak! oh Beatrix why can't I be the man of your dreams? if only I was...

you claim to have urgent issues but it takes you forever to respond had to make some quick decisions now you got your panties in a bunch so what are you really mad about? the fact you acted like a bully or that I found...