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Apr 2020
i was lying on my bed
when i felt the good pain
of finger pricked on a rose thorn
coming through the window pink
the smell of flowers filled the room
i sense that since i was born,
seeing they don't mean a thing
does it matter when i'm in fever dream?

fallen blossoms filled the room

though there's nothing brings the pain
i still feel the same
wild roses bloom
wild roses mean "love"
adam olofantur
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adam olofantur  18/M
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