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Aug 2013
the roses were red
but now they are blue
I used to think of the happy future
now only sad thoughts of you
the brightest of rainbows
now the darkest of gray
this feels like December
yet its only May
The leaves were once green
now they are dead
I want you
I want you
You hate me instead
Wilted Seaweed
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Wilted Seaweed  Utah
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