We may need a flower translator. This crime scene isn't self explanatory, but why why would anyone do this? A beserker rage over a thorn pricked finger? Passion and violence, a flower with it's heart ripped out. Wanting this to be about something profound, bored and simple minds, longing for escape in the warm flush of nauseation.
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