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Jan 30
In winter you can look and look around
but still, as every man has found,
there is no rose.
Girls of calm and February lies
spring and warmth's beginnings.
Always right and sweet and wise
steal the pleasures of living.
When all has been promised as forever
how am I to refrain?
But then as soon as ruby leaves dissevered
he left me miseries, left me rain.
For roses bloom on ****** skin
not on skulls accused of
sin.
she remains anon
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she remains anon  15/F
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   Perry
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