I wait in patience
Often in utter boredom,
For words to flow out of my pen
Like the cinematic multiple blossoming
Of a dozen red roses —
Words as red as the blood
We both pledged
When we knew no fear nor death.
Often in utter boredom,
For words to flow out of my pen
Like the cinematic multiple blossoming
Of a dozen red roses —
Words as red as the blood
We both pledged
When we knew no fear nor death.
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