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roses are red violets are blue you see me but i see through you i know where your roots have been there are no secrets between the soil fight for love or your reputation will be forgotten forget me not in the wind forget me not in the song of bird forget me not in the water that drips forget me not in the fertile soil i know where your roots are red are the valley’s that run dry blue are the ocean’s violet eyes you see me but i see through you -B. Monét & Z. Rose Fossil Seed: i dance in the wind, i giggle as i glide i arch as i spin, my seed stretches up and out so mellow and slow, each corner i touch an imprint i leave on a leaf, for others to follow throw me in the wind, i’ll giggle as i glide another chance to stretch, to live free of sin spiraling out of control, imprint every touch another to follow, i leave a memory in the wind, my giggle lies in the trees staying still in time, my seed lays flat and dries so mellow and slow, each corner i touch left an imprint on leaves, for others to follow - B. Monét & Z. Rose