Wild Roses beautiful but fearsome stabbing tearing thorns all along its branches a rose seems to thrive where nothing else can (nothing else wants to) caramel kittens in a season of shortbreads tangerine clouds set the sun for us (far out in their seasons) some of us learned to not worship money (monet or van gogh) it was a different day so we tried to make it better than it ever was (or could be) but we didn't know that we couldn't even understand limitations like everyone else we were only human
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