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Where were you? Who were you? What was this place you had found yourself in? Was the sky always red? Was the air always this hot and humid? Did it always smell like... Sex? Smoke? Staleness? Where in God's name were you?! ---- Roses are red, The sky is too. He counts my flowers, As my days turn blue. I sit alone, I drink with others. Day turns to night, And her mind is to the gutter. Not for long, Will she be down. For after song, All will be safe and sound. Sing me a lullaby. Of our Selcouth Reverie. I know it is selfish, Yet you still presented that chivalry. I want to dream a little longer, Give my organs to the donor, I don't want to wake up sober, Knowing that this will be over. ----- Please, I ATE DOWN WITH THE REST OF THE POEM FOR REAL, FOR REAL- Well, you'll understand it when the story reaches it's end. Or you can already make an inference. WHEN YOU FUCKING READ THIS STORY, I EXPECT COMMENTS, LIKE, FORGET THOSE VOTES, AT LEAST LEAVE A COMMENT 👹
|1| Quite A Fetch
