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isn't it byronic
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Date:
2021-08-22 02:27 am (UTC)
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[ But Alexandrie shakes her head quickly. ]
No. I began to love you because you were
real
. A living bloom in a bouquet of flowers gilded, painted, and silk.
Real flowers bruise, yes. Tear, lose petals to mishandling.
[ Softly: ]
Lose them to girls who pull them apart petal by petal to ask if they are loved.
[ She pauses, reaches to straighten a piece of his hair that doesn’t need it. ]
Real things break, and show their breaking. I can understand why you thought it was the breaking that I loved.
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Date: 2021-08-22 02:27 am (UTC)No. I began to love you because you were real. A living bloom in a bouquet of flowers gilded, painted, and silk.
Real flowers bruise, yes. Tear, lose petals to mishandling.
[ Softly: ]
Lose them to girls who pull them apart petal by petal to ask if they are loved.
[ She pauses, reaches to straighten a piece of his hair that doesn’t need it. ]
Real things break, and show their breaking. I can understand why you thought it was the breaking that I loved.