

The RoseAburn fields With a single rose Its petals exposed To a crimson sun; The rose burns A blazing fire Of lost desire As the sky darkensThe Rose
Purple fields With a single rose Its petals closed Against the harsh winds; The rose freezes In the cold A frosty gold As the warmth dies
Black fields A single rose It's petals decomposed To a deepend black; The rose dies In deserted fields As the wind yields To the falling sky
mucky
mucky
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It's Always Raining In My Head
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It's Always Raining In My Head
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It's Always Raining In My Head
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Those pretty, well disciplined, chaste girls who don't listen to others...
It's no wonder that they are eaten by wolves...
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I'm a poet. Take a look: [link]
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The less real I am to you, the more perfect you can make me.
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