roses
GUNS
roses
GUNS
roses
BANG
roses
GUNS
roses
GUNS
roses
BANG;
as the sun arises, she quickly rinsed the evidence of last night off of her pretty little hands; she took one last glance & never looked back.
I dedicate this poem to anyone who believes in there future & who never looked back.
Monday
guns and roses
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