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Crimson Black Ash Red! No, velvet! Never, a black cherry blossom Bloomed at midnight. No sunlight around but the moonlight hit it just right And it sprang up into drapes as if weeping. A wild flower, A concrete rose blossoming at midnight, There was no sunlight but the moonlight Hit it just right. Its cool and windy tonight so Imma go for a walk. A belladonna sprang forth into my path, It asked, "You wanna have some fun tonight?" I replied, "I don't have a pail to water you right, so goodnight." Dark floral patterns gather around the city, New York City, And even though I'm left from there, The freezing and scarlet New York is still with me, And it refuses to let me go. I always get stuck with these red, No, Velvet! No, black cherry blossoms And when I pass and look behind me They scatter like possums. The thought of a thorn stinging me if I plucked it.... Her root is death, It digs down to the flames from which she came, But its the same **** thing with Red No, velvet! Never, black cherry blossoms Their leaves dont even fall in autumn, Ever-reds. And what if I burn them? Will it thrive? Burned alive? Burnt me up, I can't subside I can't decide Desperate cries, Ruby ties, Soft ******* and thighs and I feel alive! She's a powder now down to the ground, I call it crimson black ashes. She will wither away as time passes, No comfort, No beauty or youthful Serenades But I fell in love with crimson bombs, scarlet knives and velvet handgrenades. All of what a poisonous plant with thorns need For her protection, She's been neglected and that moonlight hit her just right, And every man that sprinkles his Fountain wrinkles... He burns... And her crimson black thorns of beauty reduced the Wisest of men to ashes.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Crimson Black Ash
Crimson Black Ash Red! No, velvet! Never, a black cherry blossom Bloomed at midnight. No sunlight around but the moonlight hit it just right And it sprang up into drapes as if weeping. A wild flower, A concrete rose blossoming at midnight, There was no sunlight but the moonlight Hit it just right. Its cool and windy tonight so Imma go for a walk. A belladonna sprang forth into my path, It asked, "You wanna have some fun tonight?" I replied, "I don't have a pail to water you right, so goodnight." Dark floral patterns gather around the city, New York City, And even though I'm left from there, The freezing and scarlet New York is still with me, And it refuses to let me go. I always get stuck with these red, No, Velvet! No, black cherry blossoms And when I pass and look behind me They scatter like possums. The thought of a thorn stinging me if I plucked it.... Her root is death, It digs down to the flames from which she came, But its the same **** thing with Red No, velvet! Never, black cherry blossoms Their leaves dont even fall in autumn, Ever-reds. And what if I burn them? Will it thrive? Burned alive? Burnt me up, I can't subside I can't decide Desperate cries, Ruby ties, Soft ******* and thighs and I feel alive! She's a powder now down to the ground, I call it crimson black ashes. She will wither away as time passes, No comfort, No beauty or youthful Serenades But I fell in love with crimson bombs, scarlet knives and velvet handgrenades. All of what a poisonous plant with thorns need For her protection, She's been neglected and that moonlight hit her just right, And every man that sprinkles his Fountain wrinkles... He burns... And her crimson black thorns of beauty reduced the Wisest of men to ashes.
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Ragebloom
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
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