one day id like to lie in the rain and forget
id be the girl who let the sky melt away her memories
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makeshift roses
Poetrythey start to wilt more every day, but i can never stay away i grab the roses and touch the thorns, because pretty things have devil horns (this is just a thought dump. ive written a lot of stuff on my own so i thought id see what everyone else thin...
the girl
one day id like to lie in the rain and forget
id be the girl who let the sky melt away her memories
