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Twenty sixteen it is. Vivid evocation That's what this is all about. I remember a girl, too fool to fall in me. But it's the first time I ever felt loved by someone. You were the best. But I can't comprehend; Too young for love; Too dumb for life. The day I left you, a hyacinth grew at top of my head. Now it blooms all over my grave.
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Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
A man with a flower in his head
Twenty sixteen it is. Vivid evocation That's what this is all about. I remember a girl, too fool to fall in me. But it's the first time I ever felt loved by someone. You were the best. But I can't comprehend; Too young for love; Too dumb for life. The day I left you, a hyacinth grew at top of my head. Now it blooms all over my grave.
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21/M/abyss
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
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