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Mar 2018
It seems that you already knew
when you gave me the roses.
It seems that you already felt
when you cut from the rosebush.
Our love was like those roses that you gave me,
Already grown in the rosebush
is red passion
Delicate as our fights
if cut has expiration date.
Our love is like the roses you gave me,
At first fascination
when you least expect…
it dies.
Maria Renata
Written by
Maria Renata  21/F
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