by Arcassin Burnham
A thousands roses,
and not a single life from them wasted,
looking for better ways to cope with themselves,
without looking face-pasted,
One day at a time,
the love should be there,
the smell is so divine,
I pay homage and I pull up a chair.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
A thousands roses,
and not a single life from them wasted,
looking for better ways to cope with themselves,
without looking face-pasted,
One day at a time,
the love should be there,
the smell is so divine,
I pay homage and I pull up a chair.
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