Tuesday, 5 May 2015
Memories of Dead Flowers
The last time I remember seeing this tree blossoming, its cast off petals were swirling around a pink doll's house, which had been smashed and left on the pavement with sharp splinters and rusty nails sticking out of its damaged walls. Like the brain of a utilitarian I'd have said.
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