If I had you in my hands,
petal,
cradled from the rot
guarded from the corruption
the world assails you with,
I would hold you firmly
and never let you go...
Never let you go.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
If I had you in my hands,
petal,
cradled from the rot
guarded from the corruption
the world assails you with,
I would hold you firmly
and never let you go...
Never let you go.
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