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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1545748

This describes a love wich is tryed to many times.

A rose so sweet that when it dies its petals are ever more sweeter.
For when it dies my heart does stop getting bitter with every smitter.
Although its dead I will hold on for my heart will start again.
For when it blooms my heart will dance with glee with joy again.
Although I knew this day would come the day it dies again my heart will sink with emptiness never to love again.
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