So I made a tiny poem.
The roses are wilting,
The violets are dead.
The 12th one is coming,
And 11 is dead.
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Dreams
FantasiaMy "extra" book, where I put notices, random things, my thoughts, Dreams I have, Things that mean something to me, random moments where I overthink too much, and much more. So come along and join the ride I call my mind.
I'm Sorry, I Had To
So I made a tiny poem.
The roses are wilting,
The violets are dead.
The 12th one is coming,
And 11 is dead.
