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She once sat on her mother's lap Teething white lilies I stayed far away Years past and she crushed pills on teeth Mouth bleeding from thorns of white roses I waited at her door She sat on lust tainted sheets Cutting the white rose from its stem I sat on her shoulder She hung from the ceiling The thorns 'round her neck I was enclosed in her mouth She lays now in cedar wood White lilies rooting in her brain and blossoming through her spirit I could not get to her through the dirt
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
Hello Innocence, My Name is Depression
She once sat on her mother's lap Teething white lilies I stayed far away Years past and she crushed pills on teeth Mouth bleeding from thorns of white roses I waited at her door She sat on lust tainted sheets Cutting the white rose from its stem I sat on her shoulder She hung from the ceiling The thorns 'round her neck I was enclosed in her mouth She lays now in cedar wood White lilies rooting in her brain and blossoming through her spirit I could not get to her through the dirt
meghan-bryant
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
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