lucid__\ -jessica,
-exist.
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"Sense the flowers as they walk through the mist,
Singing their songs and smelling of dew.
It isn’t in their eyes to cry for splattered doves
Or see the pain in darkened minds,
And yet they do.
The pedals grace our flesh, embracing our withered souls and
Washing cool the burning of our hearts.
Looking onward past the strife, they’ll turn your head into the future;
To smiles that will one day, hopefully, emanate from our lips
And save what needs saving."
Singing their songs and smelling of dew.
It isn’t in their eyes to cry for splattered doves
Or see the pain in darkened minds,
And yet they do.
The pedals grace our flesh, embracing our withered souls and
Washing cool the burning of our hearts.
Looking onward past the strife, they’ll turn your head into the future;
To smiles that will one day, hopefully, emanate from our lips
And save what needs saving."