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Dec 2020
i love you he said,
handing me a dying rose.
and as he turned around to leave, the petals started floating away.
one
by
one.
and as each fell, he said
he loved you
he loved you not.
and by the end, all i had was the stem of the once beautiful rose,
and the petals.
showing how broken our love really was.
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
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