you asked about my future i
said i haven't got a clue but i
just don't know how to say
that really my future hope
is you
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
m.r
you asked about my future i
said i haven't got a clue but i
just don't know how to say
that really my future hope
is you
