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Mirage
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Understanding You were my white rose
My velvet pedal
Slowly accelerating me into the garden of-
Even the most beautiful weeds, and
There you bloomed
Waiting for
A girl like me.
After everything I've seen,
How could you have been a mirage?
I'm in the desert and I thought I could feel,
Something other than alone;
You seemed so real.
