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6d
You could never go
if you don't go
in blind.
You could never belong
in the woods
of darkness.
Soft tulips
never lose
their statue like grace.
I could never be the rose
as my thorns,
will pierce gentle of petals.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Australia
(47/M/Australia)   
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