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Jul 2021
fields of red
lines of roses
all seem to shed their tears
a lay and stare

roses don't care
so why do I
always taking on red
blazing burning red

blood that talks and sings
but dies and falls
and in all of this
well I'm not worth it
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  20/M
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     ali, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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