sentences laced with words in neat flowers
lips kissed with new light made just for her
if i could look at the stars in her eyes
id break memories and boys that make her tears stir
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ive been obsessed with this song
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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...
