They bruise their pupils with the sharp red roses.
They built in an empire with fur ruffles & sequins.
They lived with poise spark & jealousy.
Burnt yet alive,
torn yet together.
Eyes, prudent of all,
Minds, dangerous of all.
Survive, said the Father
Believe, said the Jesus
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
They bruise their pupils with the sharp red roses.
They built in an empire with fur ruffles & sequins.
They lived with poise spark & jealousy.
Burnt yet alive,
torn yet together.
Eyes, prudent of all,
Minds, dangerous of all.
Survive, said the Father
Believe, said the Jesus
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