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A little wooden box that keeps your red lips inside, A flower that survived the snow, and forgotten on the ground. An apology is what I try, please don't get mad, I'll die. A kiss that would let me guide, our secrets through the sky. Easy to act, react but not to try, hard to be and stay alive, A second pass, the years gone by, age awaits for no one. I, Helpless with no glass in hand, the water falls to the ground **** into earth to be brought back and go give birth to creature, plant. Knock knock, I'm at your door, no one answers I might go blurt. Desperation rises, it's got no disguises to hide away in single case. You know I'm there, yet far away, I let you know that it's okay, You know I came, that was my game I guess it's done just for today.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
Forgotten Rose
A little wooden box that keeps your red lips inside, A flower that survived the snow, and forgotten on the ground. An apology is what I try, please don't get mad, I'll die. A kiss that would let me guide, our secrets through the sky. Easy to act, react but not to try, hard to be and stay alive, A second pass, the years gone by, age awaits for no one. I, Helpless with no glass in hand, the water falls to the ground **** into earth to be brought back and go give birth to creature, plant. Knock knock, I'm at your door, no one answers I might go blurt. Desperation rises, it's got no disguises to hide away in single case. You know I'm there, yet far away, I let you know that it's okay, You know I came, that was my game I guess it's done just for today.
I hope you liked it, because it was a beautiful wooden box.
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21/M/Denver, Co.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
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