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There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under. There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen. There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping. There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you. There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
Ferverous Walzing Into late june
There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under. There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen. There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping. There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you. There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.
valeria-ariza
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
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