no i do not smell the dead red roses
from the gardens far along the golden hedge
i do not scream or curse, over the ledge
willing to leap
unwilling to reap
the nonexistent pastures
of the dangerous wasteland i find myself in.
wake me from this turquoise darkening dream
and take me to where the bees and horses teem.
from the gardens far along the golden hedge
i do not scream or curse, over the ledge
willing to leap
unwilling to reap
the nonexistent pastures
of the dangerous wasteland i find myself in.
wake me from this turquoise darkening dream
and take me to where the bees and horses teem.
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