` -- h - hey !! mind steppin’ off the marigold , i just planted that - ` worried came a lion’s roar , deep / spoken upon tresses of gold lapped to each and every word flurried from a sunflower’s maw . perhaps he grew too fond of his garden , perhaps he spoke out of turn : no , his flowers were important to her , so they will always remain important to him .
@bloodtriggered ♥ ’d.














