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Sep 2020
He said- "You are a rose,
Pretty to look at; But hurts when close.

I told him he was a cactus,
Words couldn't describe him; So I used my canvas.

And the desert I painted could never,
Grow both of us together!
I do love you;
Just not the way you want me to.
Written by
Påłpëbŕå
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       ap, Ayodeji Oje, Khoisan, tranquil, --- and 16 others
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