lost in my
mind;
not the woods.
drowning in my
thoughts;
not the sea.
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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.
julie martinez
lost in my
mind;
not the woods.
drowning in my
thoughts;
not the sea.
