Such a fragile fruit, ripe in the arrogance of youth sickly and so easily bruised Spoiled to the core of a bitter existence empty, hiding the sour stink of gooey soft rot with fragrant flower; the allure of the sweet smelling rose masking decomposition within shiny shell Haunted by the ghostly knots of your own…
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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