We're only onion blades and bulbs. You two are pure, sunlight on the skin, warm and alive, really alive. Pretty dresses and little girl toes there where we meet the ground. So pretty someone might forget how strong you are, how much stronger you will be someday. Remember us then. Remember that you took a picture with us, just old onion blades and bulbs. For that short time, we stood with flowers.
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