Over Amsterdam I saw the dogs Talking amongst themselves As the fountain sprayed beautifully into the clear blue sky, I ask myself Once were u Me Cause many times I was not salt in the wound none on the Carp I've been writing Dots r flying everywhere Our children's noses - r bleeding noses Bleeding Roses - In My Garden Bleeding Roses My memory Metamorphosized Standing in thorns & fire Porcelean dream suicide Single solid sleep 2 nite I wanted somebody but I bit too soft it's starting to rain now in my heart Our Children r - Bleeding Roses
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