A flower girl. A rose. A work in progress. A Divine, Beautiful, Chocolatè Empress.
- Dominique S Roberts W
- May 25, 2024
- 1 min read
Dirt was thrown but instead a rose grew from honey and potatoes. You’ve always been a flower meant to love and be loved but just like a forgotten garden, sometimes weeds and crabgrass grow in the meadows. The wasps tried to sting you and the flies swarmed while you were down, but they didn’t understand that your guardian angels are profound.
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