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Blood-rich, vibrant, swirling petals dance, swing Around breezes, tremble petulantly, Feeling power course: green heartfelt stems sing, Wearing thorn-mail, blazon, nonchalantly. Cruel thoughts drift timidly toward the wood, Shady under-shadows conceal pollen, Ash bees sing the Roses’ song- Ruby food Feeding volcanic hearts, single chronons Bounce between young cupid’s glass heart garden, Dream half coloured mirage: Wood-Nirvana. Water drips and sputters, flower haven Calls from woodlands as Father to Maiden, Calling gently to sail, meander home. Rest safe in the halls of horticulture.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
Garden Roses look toward the Woodland
Blood-rich, vibrant, swirling petals dance, swing Around breezes, tremble petulantly, Feeling power course: green heartfelt stems sing, Wearing thorn-mail, blazon, nonchalantly. Cruel thoughts drift timidly toward the wood, Shady under-shadows conceal pollen, Ash bees sing the Roses’ song- Ruby food Feeding volcanic hearts, single chronons Bounce between young cupid’s glass heart garden, Dream half coloured mirage: Wood-Nirvana. Water drips and sputters, flower haven Calls from woodlands as Father to Maiden, Calling gently to sail, meander home. Rest safe in the halls of horticulture.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
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