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DeadRose


Notice of absence from DeadRose
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
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Late nights, 

Summer heats, 

Under cherry we shelter.

The day bleeds away - sit back,

Blue, purple, red, orange, black.

Meet my gaze, two eyes gold, 

I’ve got a game, a challenge  -  are you sold? 

Bitter Coffee and Playful Banter,

What could be better?

  • Author: -DR (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2024 07:36
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34
  • In collections: Coffee.


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