A simple bouquet. Well, the editing made it look all weird. And I don't know. It just made me think. Honestly, is this one of those bunch of flowers for a centerpiece? No? For a lover perhaps? Yes? Yes.
No one has ever given me flowers. I think it'd be nice. No, I don't want a relationship. It would just be nice. Someone out-of-the-blue would say, "Here, miss. A rose." He'd hand me the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen, thorns gone, and a quite a long stem. I wouldn't be able to reply to him, not even a smile. But he smiles and runs off. Like Peter Pan. He leaves me with a rose, and a quiet memory of his countenance.
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