Burning Florist
I came with flowers, with hopes and love inside, but never knew to a florist, i was gifting — to a florist, who was burning her own flowers, and ashes settled on my bower.
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Fading Star
The smile that lightens up the dark is gone Being preyed by shark Ooh! I am drowning in dark. I am the bark fell off the tree The black hole is pulling me in the hopes of being free I am lost, Everything; it cost