Child of the Flower

Once I was a sentimental thing;
threw my heart away each spring.
Now a spring romance
hasn't got a chance.
Promised my first dance to winter.
All I've got to show's a splinter
for my little fling.
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Stock Used:
Woman -
Texture -
Flowers - :iconSed_rah_Stock: :iconrashell_stocks: