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Jan 2015
A red, rich ruby rose
Like the soil in which it grows.
For it is blood from my heart
it was love that tore us apart.
Now that all the rose can do is die
I will be left here forever to cry.
and you will be with the rose
and for me that's when time froze.
Written by
cheryl love
228
   ---, ryn and Isabella
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