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Feb 2016
you said i
was a
beautiful
red rose

but you
pricked me
with your
sharp thorns

and left me
here, without
help, or friend

you left me
bleeding,

you left me
here to                                                                                                      *die
chris
Written by
chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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