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Lauramihaela Jun 2015
I hope your dreams
Grow into rose gardens
And taste as sweet as sugar

So you can wake up and smell the roses

And stir some of that sugar into your morning coffee
Sydney Ann Jun 2015
Lights will flash
Tempers will stir
Beauty will dance
Days will blur
                           Until life ends.
Stirring inside of me,
I feel curséd reason:
It begins to seep through
And invade my brain cells;
Even though I have hope,
It turns into despair.

— The End —