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May 2017
Bones of an abandoned body
Flowers peeking through his ripped jeans  
Roses growing on his abandoned body
A garden of neglect
Sun kissed skin and doe brown eyes
God he's got everyone hypnotized
Lifeless he may be but he's got eyes full of life
He's just an
abandoned body
With different figures warming his bed every night
his skin stays cold as ice
Watering his garden of angsty nerves
Swaying to blues and red wine
drinking whiskey
  all the girls fall for his charm
Leaving them with ripped jeans and
An empty bed of flowers
my talented best friend wrote this awesome poem off of a shared title
Ripped jeans and collarbones part two
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