these thoughts are why i have no friends
Monday
small.
Lay my body down on a bed of dead roses.
Smell the air, taste my love on your tongue.
Centuries have passed since I’ve last seen you.
Hold my hand close to your heart dear.
Lay my body down on a bed of dead roses.
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