my red rosen heart

i wana sing from my heart;  its what i have always wanted to give to you night wanderer

to tell u my prince is in a vacuum and i am awake with my gown spining around

the room like magical round porcelain and white china plates

i am a ringing telephone calling to tell you your mind is being blasted open

into a million  firing shining stars and my voice comes bursting like bubbles

of  volcanoe soft hot and hear to hold new earth new fertile soil to build

my castle made of pebbles and little rocks i found on the side of the road

where now with u and me well plant a rose that will grow willdly willingly.

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