May 2015
One moment she's silk
The next she is thorns
Her beauty, ravaged
By a lover's scorn
But the waves in the tide
Will wash her away
And with darkness comes light
And birth, from decay
The next she is thorns
Her beauty, ravaged
By a lover's scorn
But the waves in the tide
Will wash her away
And with darkness comes light
And birth, from decay
(22/F/London)
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