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i was lying on my bed when i felt the good pain of finger pricked on a rose thorn coming through the window pink the smell of flowers filled the room i sense that since i was born, seeing they don't mean a thing does it matter when i'm in fever dream? fallen blossoms filled the room though there's nothing brings the pain i still feel the same wild roses bloom
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
wild roses
i was lying on my bed when i felt the good pain of finger pricked on a rose thorn coming through the window pink the smell of flowers filled the room i sense that since i was born, seeing they don't mean a thing does it matter when i'm in fever dream? fallen blossoms filled the room though there's nothing brings the pain i still feel the same wild roses bloom
wild roses mean "love"
olofantur
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
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