

Wooed with Flowers...Why? She asks herself. What do you see in her? She's pretty, sure but so's a flower. Can a flower whisper into your ear sweet nothings in the dead of night? Can a flower bring you back to earth when you're floatingWooed with Flowers...
up high in the sky? Can a flower tell you it's gonna be
ok,
when nothing seems
allright? Why do you say you want to be the one? The one that gets to hold her hand? You never seemed the type of guy that would be wooed
with flowers.
| I'm just kind of bumbling along, learning as I go.... |
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There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then...
Nothing.
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There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then...
Nothing.
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