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Love wrote the highs, loss read the byes.
Now silence pens the chapters where your voice once replied
The black rose, my favorite.
The rose symbolizes love,
the black, the withered and non-existent.
It took us long to label it,
but after years of kisses,
you seemed bitter and got distant.
When you’ve done enough
The sorrow will fade in the lack of clear thoughts and the beats of a broken heart will eventually stop

— The End —