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angel syndrome's picture

You couldn't believe how still I could lie,
Mooning over the sea and its salty breeze.

"Hold me, again!", I fumbled,
My friend the rose smiles,
"But I am filled with thorns, and
you have your own hand, now."

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jeff's picture

Oh, snap...

That rose broke up with you, said "It's not you, it's me," and told you to go jerk off...

Day-um!

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"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (http://youtu.be/Z0FrcTX6hWI)