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A Flower Girl. A Rose. A Work in Progress. A Divine, Beautiful, Chocolaté Empress.
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. Remember the good times but don’t dwell on the bad. The sun is peaking and it’s time to be glad. You’ve made it to calmer waters but don

Dominique S Roberts W
May 25, 20241 min read
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