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I see the flower growing no water just blood flowing My brothers all distracted no brains to counteract with.. The violence is appalling reminders of the drawling Are constantly broadcasted incased in shiny plastic.. Beautiful and shiesty the flower nurtured so By every evil soul delivering the blows.. If clarity is water.. most are dehydrated If wisdom was a homie most are very unaquanted..
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Red Flowers
I see the flower growing no water just blood flowing My brothers all distracted no brains to counteract with.. The violence is appalling reminders of the drawling Are constantly broadcasted incased in shiny plastic.. Beautiful and shiesty the flower nurtured so By every evil soul delivering the blows.. If clarity is water.. most are dehydrated If wisdom was a homie most are very unaquanted..
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
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