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| Apr. 14th, 2009 |
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Current Mood:
![[mood icon]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/thoughtful.gif) pensive
Current Music:
The Muse- Super Massive Black Hole
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The rose petals slowly fell and without noticed the rose began to dry. Still the sweet dry scent was left behind, And the wind blew always to remind, of what I once hold so dear to my heart.
Our love begins to bloom again, a new flower to take its place, a fresh start for you and I, a sweeter scent from where I stand, So fragile yet so proud, a little water and sunlight, the ingredients I could never find. But with your grace, even a white rose would turn red.
-Cole
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Thee End Of Me |
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