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May 2018
she’s a precious rose bush
i can’t see what she’s going through
all i know is i’ve got thorns
in me

i grabbed on with both hands
to a mirage romance
which left me bleeding
with only a glance at you

through a desert i wandered
went four days without water
nothing could replace how much
i wanted her

she had her sights on another plant
i know i didn’t stand a chance
i guess that happens when you handle
a rose bush
Written by
ethan gaskill  16/M/NJ
(16/M/NJ)   
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