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ππIt takes a thorn in the hand to tear a rose, it hurts in the chest to forget the man of the mind, so I want to remember you in the midst of hundreds of hardships. I miss you.ππ
ππIt takes a thorn in the hand to tear a rose, it hurts in the chest to forget the man of the mind, so I want to remember you in the midst of hundreds of hardships. I miss you.ππ
This flower that gives tears to the rain, it opens an icy heart to a loner. He does not put off the armor, nor the blackness, he is attracted by the roses of gentle grace. Sheet after leaf opens, to see her blue would heart. The solitary flower takes over him prickly, he caresses her, unsuspecting. It used to be a blue rose, just silent, silent companion to all, But the loner is a sword, ripped out the last thorn prickly. A loner on his way, he no longer lives in bitter error, a rose is a beautiful flower, changed his lonely world.
Nice writting..
Nice Photographyππ
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