Don't
I mean
Don't ever
I repeat
Don't you dare, ever..
Ask me..
What my favourite season is
Ever ..
Again!
It's Autumn!
It's fucking Autumn
I mean , look at this shit!!!
And this!
And that!
In the garden of life,
Bloomed three buds of roses,
One was red, the other yellow,
And the last one, instead of being white,
Or pink, or any other fancy shade,
Was grey.
So naturally,
The red one was sold to a man in love,
The yellow to a widow,
And the grey,
It rot in the tree,
And never fell prey to the greedy eyes,
The lustful currency,
It never exchanged hands,
And it never left the tree.
And from It's fruit,
Bloomed a forest of trees,
That only bares grey flowers,
That have the sweetest of all smells,
And to this day,
They are proof of the curse within all people,
To not know beauty,
When it's staring at them,
Right in the fucking eye,
Through out Autumn,
In the garden,
Of life.
BS
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