The human race is amateur
No one reaches godliness or
Perfection
There is only a soul searching
For answers in an answerless world
empty glass vases
Their only purpose is to be filled with floral waters
But there are chips and cracks in them all
And even the most fathomless bouquet arrangements
Carnations, daffodils, baby's breath, poppies, sunflowers,
roses
All die.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
The human race is amateur
No one reaches godliness or
Perfection
There is only a soul searching
For answers in an answerless world
empty glass vases
Their only purpose is to be filled with floral waters
But there are chips and cracks in them all
And even the most fathomless bouquet arrangements
Carnations, daffodils, baby's breath, poppies, sunflowers,
roses
All die.
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