my days of daises were often shady by the way you made me feel "my belly was full though low on meal,my wings are broken but you won't heal them and set me free, back into the hands of time so I can be held not afar but close pulling memories from those rose of sadness cutting every roots from my garden ,"I'm only living words"that are unspoken to the ears that we're never opened to my sadness
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