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Apr 2018
Like roses, I’m red
I don’t want to be trapped in the dirt anymore
Even if it claws at my heart and kills me
Even if every night is a sleepless one
I’ll cut this necklace of thorned roses

Like violets, I’m blue
Struggling for a voice in this silent world
Yearning for a face to bloom and blossom
I’m waltzing in the melancholy wind with my dress of soft petals
Plucked violets wilting in my hair as I plant the past to grow the future

Weeds sleeping at my feet
I need help cutting them away so I can do more than just breathe
Juni Notte
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Juni Notte  15/F/In a cold and blue body
(15/F/In a cold and blue body)   
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