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Crusty brown mud covers injured soil stopping the red roses from blooming. Shovels pry at the ground desperate to feel the thorns. Tortured and torn; the dirt is slowly dying as roses roll down hills leaving trails of red petals. Staring above; Enjoying the sensation Loving the beauty And fighting the desire to continue. Calm winds carry voices; Quickly the petals are washed away and roses are plucked as new mulch hides The abused soil. Watch the dirt heal Wait for the chance Take the shovel And dig up the red roses Relish in the thorns And repeat the damage.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
Red Roses
Crusty brown mud covers injured soil stopping the red roses from blooming. Shovels pry at the ground desperate to feel the thorns. Tortured and torn; the dirt is slowly dying as roses roll down hills leaving trails of red petals. Staring above; Enjoying the sensation Loving the beauty And fighting the desire to continue. Calm winds carry voices; Quickly the petals are washed away and roses are plucked as new mulch hides The abused soil. Watch the dirt heal Wait for the chance Take the shovel And dig up the red roses Relish in the thorns And repeat the damage.
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shawn-callahan
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
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