Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
No plagiarism/No hat...
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Days of blossom cherries happy, merry, happy merry, Scented like rose strawberries, your lips my lips, not body, But souls, hug and kiss, honey tear drips, Savant of romance, Moonlit lonely nights, it was a written apocalypse.
A.N. i made it in an emotional way rather than anything lustful. Well can you see what I mean?!
