roots of existance
Theres a thorn in your rose
did you not see?
No one can choose you
You'll bleed them like me
Gathered the petals, mine for safe keeping
you snatched them back, leaving me no longer beeping
Machine's read a straight line
leaving me cross-armed and tangled in vines
Mornings new dawn i will never see
beneathe baby's breathe and white lilies
The End
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