All That Glitters
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Last published Tue, Mar 19, 2019
Little yellow flowers
Dancing in the breeze
Little yellow flowers
Huddled around the trees
Little yellow flowers
Seemed to know my pain
Little yellow flowers
In my memory you shall remain
My demons haunt me like little ghosts that whisper and wain all aound here. They slither along the walls and crawl in my head through my ear. Oh little yellow flowers, won't you protect me more? Oh little yellow flowers, how I love you so.
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