The wind gossips.
A bush of roses, crimson,
explodes into the air
and carries to the feet of
every woman in need
a scent of hope.
They won't turn black,
and if they receive acceptable
amounts of water
and finite amounts of ****** unsensible behavior,
they will see many years of flourish.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
The wind gossips.
A bush of roses, crimson,
explodes into the air
and carries to the feet of
every woman in need
a scent of hope.
They won't turn black,
and if they receive acceptable
amounts of water
and finite amounts of ****** unsensible behavior,
they will see many years of flourish.
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