Born.
A box with a lock.
A lock without a
Key.
Rooted,
with difficulty,
A wild cotton
Seed.
Watered
with feelings,
Not one's
Own.
Bearing
fruits fake,
which turn from gold to
Stone
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Born.
A box with a lock.
A lock without a
Key.
Rooted,
with difficulty,
A wild cotton
Seed.
Watered
with feelings,
Not one's
Own.
Bearing
fruits fake,
which turn from gold to
Stone
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