Flower, by souless
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Flower Flower
Beautiful and sweet
Dark and red
Thorny flower
How can a bud become so pretty?
You used to be closed
Now you're open and lovely
Oh flower
But somebody saw you
They picked you
Not caring how that affects you
Poor flower
After being picked you only lasted half an hour
Then you wilted, shriveled up and died
Oh poor little flower
The world didn’t care
Well most of the world
I care about you little flower
oh Flower Flower
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Posted: 2014-04-02 16:50:12 UTC |
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