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May Flowers
Retrieve your knife from the wound
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Pick the salt out
Scabs and all, I'll rust with all my heart
Worn out
and it calls
Something keeps me back in that room
Purple so deep
It looked black in
the dark
And it calls
May flowers will bloom soon
and I'll be gone
but I'll call
Published 30th Apr 2023
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4th May 2023 4:41am
i liked the Last words full of hope, flowers will bloom soon after the dry autumn! Nicely done!
4th May 2023 7:46am
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