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Apr 2019
As I picked the blood red rose bloodshed out of my eyes.
As I watched shed onto the red roses the roses turned white.
As the rose turns white chile flickers through my veins.
Snowflakes fell from the red sky
As the snowflakes touch the ground
The snowflakes became blood red one by one.
Mia Mcdaniel
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Mia Mcdaniel  18/F/285 whitman monmouth
(18/F/285 whitman monmouth)   
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