Empty roses
From the ashes
Red burns all the colors
Love comes without a shape
I think of you every day
I miss the way you say goodbye.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
Empty roses
From the ashes
Red burns all the colors
Love comes without a shape
I think of you every day
I miss the way you say goodbye.
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