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Flowers funeral flowers

a flower funeral calla

warm sunshine between the leakage from the crotch down trees, mottled spot jump in the early morning air.

Glass Square, a sell calla lily flower shop.

Calla numerous scattered in various places in the store. White flowers, TANSEI stamens. So simple and plain colors, the glass roof of diarrhea in the sun to bloom.

owner is a young woman, has not yet receded girls Sentimental. Knees always wore a white dress, a pair of white ballet shoes. Jasper red string, a calla lily in full bloom to the extreme in a woman shaking wrist, transparent warm as a woman's eyes.

beautiful woman, is the temperament of the United States, such as the white calla lily, quiet and clean.

may be longing for the pure pursuit of a woman many people in this room more disturbing clean, Xuanza numerous as the false picture of the night market. The woman, still just quietly cut flowers, as if it is noisy with her two worlds.

may be a quiet woman around the infected air, noise control is gradually Amberpack precipitation. Whether the person or the pursuit of those who buy flowers, buy flowers but only a quiet, quiet exit.

Unfortunately, while the wind blows the tree leaves are still those who have been married men are still attracted to women who were wives to seek them out. Woman is cursed fox, seduce men. Woman is quietly watching, looking at those women hopping squalling, looking at their hysterical cries. As if she was an outsider, looking at attitudes of life in a play.

women after another man came, took his wife to apologize to the woman, embarrassed smile apologetically. Woman just smiled and turned back to the flower shop, continued in the hands of manual labor. If not seen around the

woman killed a man.

the news as quickly as wings spread in a small town.

the deceased was a twenty-year-old young man, strange death. Because he was a delicate calla lily abruptly into the heart bled to death. The white calla tis should have been dyed scarlet overnight, as the death of the red dress, willful bloom to the extreme.

no one cares about why a woman could kill, they only care about tis very strange colorful calla, stunning the crowd of greed and every other sight, a very flirtatious demagogic .

corner shop corner, pale little face full of helplessness, panic and desolation. White dress was stained with the blood has dried, solidified into a black calla lily.

Interpol came and sealed off the scene, the noisy outside the far separated.

Interpol woman squatting in front of his face is not seen for a long time moderate expression. He looked weak trembling as in the general Calla precarious woman, eyes flashing sympathy and compassion. He kindly asked the woman, you do not go to the hospital.

woman did not answer. The eye is tightly fixed on the ground, as there is no angry puppet.

Interpol is not urgent, just quietly watching woman.

feel like a woman in front of more than one person. She slowly raised his head and staring at the Interpol's lips. Interpol does not get mad, then again repeated. Female personnel face lift looked at Interpol, the blood-stained hand out slowly to play the sign language.

surprised by the Interpol. Because the woman said was: I am deaf.

woman sad smile, as if not already died of the calla lily bloom.

woman rushed out, and other people react, but you can not find a woman's figure, as if suddenly from disappeared.

forensic Calla tis is how to insert the heart can not explain, but the deceased's stomach was detected in a large number of residual alcohol. Thus, the autopsy report, he called man is alcoholism and died.

and women also have the perfect motive to explain. Men drink and violence is nothing more than attempt was missed victimizes women for self-defense.

so obvious no one noticed the contradiction,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or do not want to find. Because death is not them, and they even think of how sensible such a result. The women who have been jealous of the women, and even started a very absurd speculation.

woman was finally found in an open fresh calla lily flower field in the arbitrary. A woman lying there quietly, not breathing, blood on the dress is clean and dilute the past few days of rain, is still a trace of white dust do not stick. To the end and pure quality, cover the beauty of a pure land. This Hanada into a woman's grave.

case is finally ending, the man attempted violence against women because they missed a murder committed suicide.

people are very satisfied with this explanation.

can only patch of flower fields that murdered a woman.

never be clean by this world - killed. . .

Second, gerbera flower funeral

two in the morning, the moon has begun to set for.

silvery moonlight shines through the window frames is that the strong colors of the gerbera palpitations, I watched it with the moon's dark and a little bit of Weidun.

it dead, I know. It has started slowly because of corruption. The kind of smell, suffocating.

corruption, such as the black juice of the blood coagulation.

I started vomiting, and need something Tianhundian. Accompanied by bitter bile acidic stomach fall into the occupation of the mouth, but that still linger in the atmosphere of corruption that lingers between the nose. I use cold water wash himself fiercely, attempting to make their own nightmares from that freed black.

I saw my face, pale and empty, plain white dress as the body, thin and fragile, as if the touch broken.

cold and wet black soil, with a biting cold. I put my hand into the soil, will have been thoroughly corrupt, soft stick-down of the gerbera whole plant roots removed, exposing the decaying skull.

dried black blood clots in the face, many parts of the fragmented bones of the dead have been exposed. Hair wrapped around the roots of Gerbera, awkward and ugly. But why he left the TV drama mouth or smiling faintly discernible marks?

moderate and compassion.

I carried my rotten head, looking sad. Sun, why should betray? Obviously has a love of your eyes. Sun, why do not I have a perfect lie, so that the rest of the way a person asked me how a person go?

I have not see their own future.

rooftop.

sky is dark and coated with a layer of dirty gray. I close my eyes, smiling, clean and mild, with relieved of relief.

cold wind blowing the hair wanton and provocative, like the death of the butterfly's wings.

Sun, you see the following piece of white daisies begin? How beautiful, like the last funeral dirge.

warm splash of blood on the white petals, little enchanting.

broken so perfect.

Unfortunately, the broken and then perfect, it's still broken. Not a fight a glass heart.

three Iris flower funeral flame

I saw my words are poignant and, at midnight in the die, the top covered with a wanton flame dance Iris. A fiery red, vivid as the poison.

I gently caress them, lingering like a gentle lover.

phosphorescent light in the petals in the wanton spreading ballast. I clenched hand, fire red juice from the palm of the hand out, such as contaminated blood as my whole hand. Those phosphors such as bone shine with maggots in my hand, seemed to laugh at my stupidity, thinking that it would destroy them.

I remained silent, dead flowers will be in the hands let go and watch it smoke. I slowly pulled out a box of matches, very delicate, slender stick beige, red, delicate head, charming flirtatious as actresses.

gently across it, reflecting the quiet blue flame frightened eyes are beautiful flowers. My sneer, you rely on the body growth of these dirty things, only the flame can cleanse your sins.

a beautiful arc. Track with a quiet blue, slide the flowers