A flower that had never ever flowered like the way it had flowered now,
The entire boquet cupped in a golden cupped receptacle,which inturn was cupely cupped by hers..
But a deadly deadened demon was right there dearly deferring its defile,
Watching the angelic angels angelic moves,
And emanating tons of lousily lusty lurline hues..
The time stamps swayed as did the approach of the approaching angel,
She neared the dreaded demon to the nearest near.
The demon was undeterred,to deter the motion of the angel in elegant deter..
"What happened next?"
disaster!
The red redyed reddish rose
Was brutally snatched by the dead dreaded deadly demon
And thus,the story of a red redded rose and a dead dreaded deamon
Ended as a dead redded, rose dreaded- deadly deviled deamon!
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neither dead nor alive like the fire on the high...
u ... make me jealous all the time,
and this time i'm red n dead at ur lines
Thanks a ton for your read and for finding this mediocre write "interesting"..
Me honored!, truly!
Thanks a ton for your kind words!
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