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you are that tiny bud, the one about to bloom. the one that seems to be singing a song that only I can hear. And bees and birds and ladybugs [forget me nots] nothing can resist you [here] But I simply could not pick you. Could not take you from the vine. Couldn't take you in my hands and squeeze and hold you all the time. I couldn't destroy you flower in such a selfish manner. you are that tiny bud [to watch you] bloom.
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Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
Bloom.
you are that tiny bud, the one about to bloom. the one that seems to be singing a song that only I can hear. And bees and birds and ladybugs [forget me nots] nothing can resist you [here] But I simply could not pick you. Could not take you from the vine. Couldn't take you in my hands and squeeze and hold you all the time. I couldn't destroy you flower in such a selfish manner. you are that tiny bud [to watch you] bloom.
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Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
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