Aug 2016
Flowers grow with water
And people grow with hate.
Bones shed flash right after death and misery has no conscience.
Eyes open doors to hearts that eventually just fall apart.
And people grow with hate.
Bones shed flash right after death and misery has no conscience.
Eyes open doors to hearts that eventually just fall apart.
Written by
YoursTruly
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