Bouquet and poem. As if you can give me the option to make you write a poem and not have me take you up on it.
Bouquet: Hydrangeas and Peonies
Poem:
And lo, what did ye think that I would find,
Besides an old occult book in Thirsty Mind?
A Red Eye and a London Fog to stay,
To sip with my friend this February day.










