You came by to pick my garden's flowers,
Pulled my petals out and threw them away,
Pushed them through your dirt,
Smothering me,
Ran away to another garden, with fresh flowers,
That I could never provide you
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
You came by to pick my garden's flowers,
Pulled my petals out and threw them away,
Pushed them through your dirt,
Smothering me,
Ran away to another garden, with fresh flowers,
That I could never provide you
SMW
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