I sold you poison
You sold me pain
Life shot me when I least expected
So I ran away
To find my place
In the middle of nowhere
Build my shelter
So I could care
To walk on ropes
And fall on cotton
I saw it there
My work to blossom.
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Author:
anabasova (
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- Category: Fable
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