roses ~

she wasn’t meant for roses no ordinary bloom could spare the vine so intertwined with wild and wanting roots sometimes a weed of twisted lace is all she desires to be a rare bouquet of everything – a garden growing free beyond the need for crimson ruby reds and pinks a shade of honeysuckle seldom […]

roses ~

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