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• Artiste: Why?
• Titre: One Rose
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a man should die gaunt, and not bloated and overdone, there should be new words hidden, in the shadows on his face, and like a wine glass, in a perfect pitch, he breaks, we're being dumped into order out of buckets of sea salt, what was the first condiment? but always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't flowers are how plants laugh, and not by joke or to ridicule, i never saw my parents, try to make a thing like me in time in the bathroom mirror, i learned to accept my body. i got jumped into living by a coven of midwives, under a dracula-caped eclipse, like cutting through watermelon meat with a wire, you shoot sick from the hip and never miss. all the things inside me i assume, are doing what they need to be doing, and always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't. always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't. looks like a sky for shoeing horses under.. looks like a sky, of some kind