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Jun 2020
I was the most beautiful Rose
That you never took care of
When you remembered me
You forgot that I akso peak
However you plucked and threw me
your blood rained down
In a beatiful crimson
Staining the petals of the other roses
I've turned blue in a garden of red
It would make a fine painting
Rui Rosa
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Rui Rosa  23/M/Azores
(23/M/Azores)   
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