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On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist They call me the wild rose But my name is Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name is Elisa Day Credits: Woman: Grass: Sky: Planet: Fish: Roses: Textures: Thank you all! |
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April 11
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Live as you breathe, free.
Sticks and stones may break some bones but words cause permanent damage.
If they are bad mouthing me behind my back, you better believe they are bad mouthing you behind yours too.
i love it! the composition is so nicee
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십팔..
~indonesia
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