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Love wrote the highs, loss read the byes.
Now silence pens the chapters where your voice once replied
10h · 44
Black Roses
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.
10h · 54
Snow
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 —