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Never did a rose bloom so sweet                                                                                                         all complete                                                                     with mascara & tracksuit bottoms                                                                                             bubble-gum brains                                                                                              hooked to her ipod ' Whatever happened to the days of vinyl players'                                             sighs her grandmother                                                    & pours her                                                                                               another cup of tea                                                                                                      she sneers & leaves later she's chasing                                               paper aeroplanes                                               smoking hashish                                                                                    & stinging the bad  boys                                                                                                   with her thorns. her scars are hidden in plain sight of eternity
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
English Rose
Never did a rose bloom so sweet                                                                                                         all complete                                                                     with mascara & tracksuit bottoms                                                                                             bubble-gum brains                                                                                              hooked to her ipod ' Whatever happened to the days of vinyl players'                                             sighs her grandmother                                                    & pours her                                                                                               another cup of tea                                                                                                      she sneers & leaves later she's chasing                                               paper aeroplanes                                               smoking hashish                                                                                    & stinging the bad  boys                                                                                                   with her thorns. her scars are hidden in plain sight of eternity
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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