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It's not your fault, as I was the one. I saw the roses growing in unexpected places, I saw the walls burning down with expeditious intentions and no explanation you'd think no one could here it happening, yet I listened, and i could hear his cries, his oceans crashing into cliff sides. I believed it. And i did so, because when his oceans crashed into mine, it was a beauty god himself would have been jealous of. Siren couldn't compete with the beauty that was our interactions, and they were flattered, yet I have no matter. Because her oceans, found yours first Yet I believed it when you said mine were bluer.
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
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It's not your fault, as I was the one. I saw the roses growing in unexpected places, I saw the walls burning down with expeditious intentions and no explanation you'd think no one could here it happening, yet I listened, and i could hear his cries, his oceans crashing into cliff sides. I believed it. And i did so, because when his oceans crashed into mine, it was a beauty god himself would have been jealous of. Siren couldn't compete with the beauty that was our interactions, and they were flattered, yet I have no matter. Because her oceans, found yours first Yet I believed it when you said mine were bluer.
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
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