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Jun 2012
It’s me.
I remember
That day,
That day when I
Saw the shock on your
Face when you saw
That your love was
Gone.
I held her in my
Hands and heart,
Her innocence, her
Truth.

When you went
Back inside-
To grieve, probably-
I put her back
Deep among the roses,
And left my footprints
Behind.
Any constructive criticism is always welcomed.
And I'm only 12 so no surprise it's a load of crap.
Written by
Anna Young
521
   Francisco DH
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