Atrómitos,
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Rose
My love is like a red rose
It may be beautiful now
But my sharp thorns will hurt you
My love is like a red rose
Yes, I may be fragrant
But the closer you get, the more I’ll hurt you
xoxo
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