April 27, 2016 / FlowerA Poem by Blut Gemalt Rosen
Dark Skies.
She slipped the deepest. Finding herself a burning flower. "Why can't we live in these poisoned places? Why can't we be pink suns? I don't ever want to wake up-" © 2016 Blut Gemalt Rosen |
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Added on April 28, 2016 Last Updated on April 28, 2016 AuthorBlut Gemalt RosenLynn Haven, FLAbout**PLEASE REVIEW MY WRITINGS- WOULD APPRECIATE IT** Welcome to my personal corner of hell... the darkest and most insecure parts of my jumbled, fragile, mind- which include anything from brain vo.. more..Writing
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