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Apr 19
So you blame the roses for the locust swarm
That eats away at their beauty
And drench their joyful fragrance
In misery...

Where the **** is the insecticide?
Written by
Ander Stone  31/M/Romania
(31/M/Romania)   
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   Riz Mack
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