Jan 2021
It's a beauty of a red rose.
It's a watercolor on a bed sheet
petals bloom from his wound.
She'd had it and found a gun
and courage and anger enough
to put him out of her misery.
It's a watercolor on a bed sheet
petals bloom from his wound.
She'd had it and found a gun
and courage and anger enough
to put him out of her misery.
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)
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