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Feb 2019
You where a rose unlike any other
You invited me to grip you tight
You knew your thorns shined bright
Yet I gripped with all my might
Just to have my blood come to sight
“It’s love” I said
“Look at all the red”
Haydn Jacobsen
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Haydn Jacobsen  20/M
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