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Jun 2017
I think you’ll find a piece of me
in the bouquet of roses
held by your left hand
at her front door

soon the petals picked for her
will freshly turn
and fade away

similar to how you loved me at one day
and disappeared
at one night

and red is my favorite color,
after all
christine jessica
Written by
christine jessica  F/new jersey, usa
(F/new jersey, usa)   
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