I’m surrounded by roses while I’m just a dandelion,
The wind blows me away and I’m broken into pieces,
I want to disappear into the atmosphere,
The only trace left was my stem,
Now I’m home.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
I’m surrounded by roses while I’m just a dandelion,
The wind blows me away and I’m broken into pieces,
I want to disappear into the atmosphere,
The only trace left was my stem,
Now I’m home.
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