Fake Blue Roses

An experience within a dream

bursting forth to clean and redeem

Scrubbing violently back and forth,

what have you done with the torch

The one that’s meant to burn deep inside, piled upon it all this mud and pride

Clearing this path, making room for new, who knew blue was a fake bloom…

The smell of gardenias, for all four seasons, I’ll make room…

No discrimination here to be found

I try not to judge, I try not to be a clown

What goes up must come down?

So bring out your hounds, they will never let you down

Always sniffing out this new thing found…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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