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Black water diaries: Disintegration on Longhorn Street
Mother is asleep in her garden,
I scream that your roses are not red anymore,
They appear discolored at your nurturing,
You never did mind the coddling of your dying house,
...
I scream that your roses are not red anymore,
They appear discolored at your nurturing,
You never did mind the coddling of your dying house,
...
