bought for a price
bottled blood of dead flowers
worn with pride
bottled blood of dead flowers
worn with pride
till one day
you tire of sameness
and long for those things
that cannot be either
bought or caught
you tire of sameness
and long for those things
that cannot be either
bought or caught
smell of wet earth
freshly mown grass
fragrances of flowers
that bloom for the moment
wither and die
freshly mown grass
fragrances of flowers
that bloom for the moment
wither and die
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