Roses, part 2
I don’t know why,
But I still hope when you’re around.
Even a rose pressed between the pages of a closed book,
Is still beautiful.
I am addicted to the way we could have exploded.
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Roses, part 2
I don’t know why,
But I still hope when you’re around.
Even a rose pressed between the pages of a closed book,
Is still beautiful.
I am addicted to the way we could have exploded.