If crimson beads form and drip from the outstreched fingertips of my soul,
I'll try to remember.
The rose only ****** in self defense,
and pain stabs the heart in hope to be felt forever.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
If crimson beads form and drip from the outstreched fingertips of my soul,
I'll try to remember.
The rose only ****** in self defense,
and pain stabs the heart in hope to be felt forever.
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