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To my dearest 
I didn’t mean to pluck 
The petals off your flowers
 I’ve come to find 
The garden of thorns 
And dead roots 
Seem to suit you 
Better than any blooming 
Colors could ever do.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
Garden of Bitter Hearts
To my dearest 
I didn’t mean to pluck 
The petals off your flowers
 I’ve come to find 
The garden of thorns 
And dead roots 
Seem to suit you 
Better than any blooming 
Colors could ever do.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
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