Dead Rose Mind
As the seasons change Winter for me becomes fragile. Just above the sun peaks so deadly and just below the surface his within her lay of soil. It is and so is the heart and stem from which one cannot control. I am my own and I won't be foreign with long lost clouds. Let it be known. And so on...
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