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May 11
Like a rose your smell is sweet and relaxing the blood in my veins run red like your color like a rose the love in my heart for you runs deeper than it’s thorns but just like a rose you caused me hurt you used your thorns to draw my blood and make it your own then I think to myself how can something so beautiful so rich in smell and pigment cause so much hurt ?
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