Of all the roses you could have picked
You picked mine.
At last, you have surrendered to me
And I am grateful for everything you
have put me through
For I am the most naked of roses
And I cannot be touched,
And finally, you've surrendered to me!
At last, I am grateful
To the last dying breed,
The narcissist that breathes!
Thank you, Chris Atkins...
Thank you for believing in me
Still.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 29th, 2025 01:31
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