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[mikemoriendi]

I see a lush flurry of roses standing strong in the winter's harsh white bombardment.  An angelic figure walks with the grace of spring blades of grass.  Her silence causes mental arguments with myself based off no evidence.  All rooms appear empty despite patrons lining the walls.  I find myself hurting to not cry yet crying not to hurt.  Her

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[lovely_groom]

write lyrics like this. sort of

[mikemoriendi]

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