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Mar 2015
Your roses darkness within them are crimson scarlet red see little whispers floating around the nectar slowly dripping down the petals darkness ashes that slowly turn pure.
Redness tells you each petal there beauty even in dark corners hidden areas in your mind you might not see the roses but there floating around inside your head .
dark liquid silent hums
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dark liquid silent hums  31/M/dekalb IL
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