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Aug 2018
(A rose)

The colour crimson.

(A rose)

The beautiful pain.

(A rose)

Thorns hiding in wait.

(A rose)

Beauty that won't last.

(A rose)

Reminding of the hurt.

(A rose)

Thinking of the patterns.

(A rose)

Carved into your wrists.

(A rose)

Soaked in blood by your beautiful hand.

(A rose)

The last beautiful thing you see.

(A rose)

Stained crimson in your death.
Lydeen
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Lydeen  17/Cis/left behind
(17/Cis/left behind)   
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