there's
no
other
hand
i
would
rather
hold
then
yours
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deadroses || poetry
Poézia"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
K.L.
there's
no
other
hand
i
would
rather
hold
then
yours
