I dreamt that roses came out of your hands and your hands were the soil of my garden that was fertile so fertile that everything you planted would grow and I planted a lot of things and you took them away and brought them back you ran back and forth you lifted you threw you would spill so much lip service and a crazy mania to tell me that you love me I was just trying to know if it was true

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