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A dead rose for a dead friend.
I came across with a dead rose.
How impure and crooked it seemed.
Deteriorated without the life it once had.
I kept walking with it, holding it with my right hand.
How sad it was to see a rose like that.
Where once it was bright red,
now it’s only a brown looking thing with nothing left.
I kept walking with the dead rose,
a sad rose with no thorns.
Until the path ended i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:20 am
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