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holding a flower in fire how you treated me my pedals charred from red to black but I was silent and freed how your hands must have hurt holding me so deep in the heat you inhaled the smoke coming from me you would still let me in
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Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
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holding a flower in fire how you treated me my pedals charred from red to black but I was silent and freed how your hands must have hurt holding me so deep in the heat you inhaled the smoke coming from me you would still let me in
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Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
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