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no rose no black rose no red rose it reminds me of words I've promised but never did no roses please my sins are many there should be a box that I could never open for all my lies are empty and for all my fake courage there should be plants that I try to water but the water is really fire it is running from living that is my fear and who are my friends when I hide no one finds me and when I fly I'm really crawling backards |
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Nice poem .
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