A lovely rose cannot exist, No matter how hard, she persists. Starts dropping petals, as she grows, A beautiful blossom, lying in the snow. When winter winds begins to slice The sweet rose, turns to ice.
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hi girl, you are soaring high, composing KISS poems and really beautiful ones, an Aries, you truly are..
hi girl, you are soaring high, composing KISS poems and really beautiful ones, an Aries, you truly are..