Roses are red.
Roses are no longer red. Violet are no longer blue. I am just a fool. For you to deceived. In the name of love. Created by the dream. Hindu, Buddhist, or Christian. Can't no longer be the same. We, us, you and I. Just a two ordinary persons. Nor differences or the same. Don't let granted be the price. Dear (My friends, My dad, My house.. My bike, My key, My love) You are all be same. As this poem is write out. To be sent it to whom, I love it the most. --from an unknown stranger-- (To be continues)
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
This is needed for this world ...keel it up...
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🤗 Thank you!!
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