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I smell you on my skin and I think about the rose garden and how every flower was different, beautiful I wanted every one of them, but darling roses are only for looks don't try to pluck them they will only ***** tiny holes into your fingers and draw blood from your veins darling don't touch me, I will only put holes in your heart and draw tears from your eyes I am the beautiful roses in the garden. Don't pick me.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Garden
I smell you on my skin and I think about the rose garden and how every flower was different, beautiful I wanted every one of them, but darling roses are only for looks don't try to pluck them they will only ***** tiny holes into your fingers and draw blood from your veins darling don't touch me, I will only put holes in your heart and draw tears from your eyes I am the beautiful roses in the garden. Don't pick me.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
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