Thursday, January 17, 2013

Freedom Is The Sweetest Smelling Rose

Kingdom of the fly sparks that fill unforgettables....

Or gives you wings

The essence of what you felt through heartbeats; sweat; and tears is yours.

Thorns; abide; preside; but that aroma of an unheard melody which represents that which wars are fought for resides within you; now; eternally.

Til' death do us part.

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