you asked me if i was mad
darling flames ignited in hell
and lighting struck the earth
each time i thought of you
but i shook my head no
anyway
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
nkt
you asked me if i was mad
darling flames ignited in hell
and lighting struck the earth
each time i thought of you
but i shook my head no
anyway
