these thoughts are why i have no friends
Monday
a magenta kind of red
The secrets lie within the heart of the mind, behind the Queen
Secluded rose gardens whisper dreams past midnight and onward
Crimson love seeps through eyes of gold, dripping like honey down a spoon
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