*:-.,_,.-:*'´ `*.¸.*´`'*:-.,_,.-:* Born from an old and wise enchanted flower, A Rose grew with magic power, A happy cuddly bud of a child, Who was at times a little wild, Though she often may shed her thorns, A kindred spirit lives within, And even though she might play tricks, On you and yours, to get... Continue Reading →


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