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Jul 2014
The green grass it grows
the greens grass blows in…
The wind is bitter
sinner
The roses sharpen their thorns
the green grass grows
it grows it grows
surrendering
black as a crow
do we exist?
do i dare to ask
what is my task?
Time it passes
the grass laughs
Time is passes
ArianaRusso
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ArianaRusso  Lake worth
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