They are such difficult flowers, hothouse orchids, we water with care; they love at our mercy. Though strong and beautiful, fiercely loyal, they cannot stay. They arrive full of belonging, and willingness to trade some of their nature, to stake a large claim to a small piece of ours. All dogs leave too soon; and join the growing lines of hieroglyphics, scrawled in the arcane tombs of our love.
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