The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You are bleeding into the inkwell, or perhaps the ink is seeping into your veins, a slow and viscous exchange that no one else in the room notices because they are all looking at the ceiling, at the water stains that look like maps of drowned continents, or perhaps they are simply too afraid to look at you, for you are the only one who has not yet learned to ignore the weight of the things that...

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