Jun 2016
One day someone will make this body of mine bloom like a garden of wild roses.
I think I would pick each petal off and dry what remained.
My body is a desert but my roses don't need rain.
I think I would pick each petal off and dry what remained.
My body is a desert but my roses don't need rain.
Written by
Gabriela Lorraine
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