:performing_arts: | Hush, the flower's listening...

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Hush, the flower's listening.

Tintinnabulation of his tears.

It encircles down through his petals.

Crying, “Mommy! Daddy! Come help me.”

The vast underground rehearsing his sound.

Echoing off the walls, reaching no end.

Cacophonizing his soliloquy.

Rushing, caging, repeating his command.

But nobody came...

Unknown to what he've become.

This abhorrent dissatisfaction crippling down his heart.

Sinking into his mind, crashing into the void.

Decaying into hatred, bitter-rooted dust.

One to not exist, One to not understand.

The soulless misanthrope, on the garden of despair.

Once crying, “Mommy! Daddy! Come help me.”

But dampened was his desperate scream.

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Eep.

This was actually a poem made back in ROTS but it didn't feel Pacifrisky so I just left it alone.... And now I finally finished it :D.

Tis' about Flowey and what tragedy befell him. F for the flower boi.

Not much to say other than sadness pff.

Art is mine btw oop.

Enjoy!

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:sparkling_heart: ~ adieu for now :³

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