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chase philip Jan 2014
You forget your sentiment you sightless dependant being for no greatness was destined for us ****** sential beings but the soft pitter pat of that broken frostbittten rose sprung lose it was a soughtless cause that caused a civil war beneath the mask and above the throat suffocating the rose with its own thoughts a call for a critique on what it meant to be to have a legacy for truly such artistry couldn't have come from uncontrolled unstable state a warring mind was that of a sickness the root of an illness springing forth an adornment of a lion of god but the left alignment of her soul left the rose further in a frostbitten cold a desolate black rose struggling for a solace some simple solvency to a forsaken dream or reality though the lines are clearly unclear the blinding lights of an unstable state these **** warring state are quite alarming the things causing are only fit for us fickle beings the hell of a mind constantly cause atrocious crimes against itself this is our war.......a civil war that left a black rose ****** cold a frostbitten rose

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