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Jan 2020
You still bought your last girl flowers
Even when it was months after
He buys me flowers when he says sorry
More than one bouquet on my desk sometimes
While I was struggling with blurry lines
They often turn blood red I find
Maybe this is just growing up
Maybe this is just love when you're young
09.17.19
Written by
colette alexia
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