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May 2015
For nothing says love, like the wilted rose.
Whose story not told without its prose.
The finger that holds the wedding ring.
If given in vain surely turns green.
Honestly it breaks my heart.
To watch her vows fall apart.
Does a healthy marriage truly exist?  
Over the course of change can love persist?  
A slanted affair just makes her look cheap.
As she holds on merely for the money to keep.
But all is fair in love and war.
Till the former's destroyed..
and there is no more.
Kimberly Seibert
Written by
Kimberly Seibert  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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