

The CrocusSuch a poisonous bloom, Her purple petals spilling Like a bacchanale's velvety wine, Caressing to kiss The Winter-chilled soil --The Crocus
May she have sprung
From the spilt spirits Of drink -- at the table Of old Omar, in the meadow?
She comes nonetheless To tell me of the cold breezes Breathing out Winter's last Frigid exhalations -- Her lethalness subtle, laced within The venemous velvet venom That she unfolds as her dress, For the elegant ball Of Springtime --
A dead Druid's delight, In bringing forth the Equinox


Messed up...Messed up...Messed up...
I tried to sort it out, But you wouldnt have any of it, I think back to all those times, We had when we were younger, And think about those shattered memories, Now a distant thought, locked up, Never to be seen again.
Just because of one thing, One thing that screwed it all up, You said i didnt care, But you know thats a lie, If i didnt care, why is it bothering me so much? Why is it bothering you so much? This is what i cant understand, It seems so stupid, yet so familiar, It fills me with pain and tears that i cry, &nbs
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Ill give you this <3 if you promise not to break it
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Foxboy:
Designed In Scotland,
Made In Japan,
Born In The CSA
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says me as the bordum sets in
love Will!!!!
LMFAO....no nt bored at all
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Ill give you this <3 if you promise not to break it
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