sin
roses are red violets are blue Easter lily's are white an so was your dress like the blue flower pattern that matched your gorgeous eyes like the sky on a warm sunny day the torture it was to sit there without looking, for only God himself knows why you chose that one right after I went to confession I'll pray til I die for the remote chance to understand why?
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