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Lustrous tones, and vibrant hue, calls affection fingers, clear and true. Amber thorns, guard beauties stem. The more stunning the rose, the sharper the ends. there once was a true bloom petals dripping off in tune serving as playing pieces affections unhealthy game blood red on satin black, petals turn to silk; and are put back. red is passion; also blood and pain yellow is death; for sickly gains white is purity; ready to be stained yet cut out of silk, they are all the same. silken crimson in place of roses red live to the eye yet to the touch, dead.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Blood Red on Satin Black
Lustrous tones, and vibrant hue, calls affection fingers, clear and true. Amber thorns, guard beauties stem. The more stunning the rose, the sharper the ends. there once was a true bloom petals dripping off in tune serving as playing pieces affections unhealthy game blood red on satin black, petals turn to silk; and are put back. red is passion; also blood and pain yellow is death; for sickly gains white is purity; ready to be stained yet cut out of silk, they are all the same. silken crimson in place of roses red live to the eye yet to the touch, dead.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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