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I saw flowers
when I died
They were colored
like the skies.
Tiny flowers
like a child's painting
They stretched endless
as far as I could see.
I saw flowers
when I died.
They were terrifying
and true blue.
I saw them,
my love,
when I came running
back to you.
- by Mackenzie Macabre |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/25/2008 |
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- Title: The Flowers
- Artist: Mackenzie Macabre
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Description:
Just a bit of mind-drivel based on something that happened during a car accident.
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- Date: 10/25/2008
- Tags: flowers
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