kys (keep yourself safe)

it is what it is

The moribund mortals are punctured by the fluorescence, and a pristine tinge molded extravagant realms of the multitude of corsages --quietens the heart's quotidian dousing splinters into the terrific tingle known as, love. It loomed as though each flower's calyxes be chattels an oodles covets when a garth crammed with efflorescent bouquets. A girlish filly beams as she governed a foliage that was festive to her: Daisies. Every time she saw the multitude of dyes in her shop, her eyes would illumine. Sustaining a shrub border was in itself an irreplaceable boon, as was taking the shop to the big top. Thaumaturgy florist with her granny's obsolete bicycle, even a necromancer would quickly fall in love with her oomph, Roseanne Park.