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Jan 2020
I was having a bad day,
Then I saw you come along.
You gave me a flower to remember you by.
I did.

I never forgot that flower.
A crimson rose at bloom.
That flower was a trap, although,
For my certain doom.

You left me with a flower,
It’s petals as dark as blood.
They became my heart,
Dark and shriveled as time went on.
Written by
Malia  17/F/Stuck in my home :p
(17/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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     --- and wren
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