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Sunday, May 14, 2006

Slit your wrist poems, dont you just loved them. Im the perkiest suicidal person i know i swear (ok im not suicidal anymore)

CATEGORY: FILK    TIMES READ: 2004    RATING: 10.0 (G)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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I bought those roses laying there,

I bought them just for her.

I bought them before I found her,

Before I even knew.

I picked them out just for her,

I picked them in hopes they'll catch her eye.

I picked to surprise her,

I only wanted to see joy on her face.

I bought those roses laying there,

I bought them in snowy white.

I bought them, and drop them,

But that red, that red is from her.

Comments
Tuesday, 16 May 2006 22:02
Very twisted work dear, I like it.

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