Monday, 13 November 2017

Moving on

My body is a flower garden- and from now on only the sacred are allowed to water my plants. To those who entered my gates, ripped my roses off their stems, planted weeds where my tree of life grows, painted my daisies red and killed all of my bees.... you are fucking dead to me.

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