Mock orange

Growing crooked

Mock orange
Alone and sitting in the middle of her pain
Thinking sour
Feelings everyday

She would befriend anything that mends lost chances in time
She would never find,
Growing crooked,
The smaller of the same,

Showed me things i thought
Everything was there in line with them
She would never find out
Mane has opened...
Blowing snow and...
Laughing with her

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