the flowers of evil
the flowers of evil driven by fate
suddenly disappear as the world encloses
time flies
one bye one
an entrance to darkness appears
each reveals a clever and deadly sin
within days the beauty of each rose bud weekends
the palace carefully comes to an end
with no evidence of what use to be
the roses dirty
the sins disappear with fate
to be reborn as friends
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rose so dark
poems and stories i guess
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happyoceancapsule
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