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Mar 2012
Maybe
You will walk in
with a dozen pure white
roses in your hand,
freshly picked from
wherever roses grow.
And you will smile
without showing your teeth
or saying a word,
leaving me speechless
as well.
But after a moment
I will say hi
and blink back tears
that fill to the brims
of my sad, weak
eyes.
Melanie Beth
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Melanie Beth  25/F
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