You judge the unholy for the mistakes of the truth they can't seem to figure out but when they change you hold your hands for the applause and even if the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree you are still everything and anything that I will always need.
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The key to my heart or The key to my dream
PoetryWith every angle there is an Angel She glows in the night like pretty pink fireflies even though we call her a daffodil or a rose She is the butterfly that we all know She keeps her secrets lock and key but the magic our hearts is between you and...
