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Dec 2021
He loves me
He loves me not

The rose is dead
All the petals have been plucked

Careless with love
Just as with the rose
Its no surprise it whithered and died
It was picked
Plucked
Thrown to the ground

As for the rose tho....
Well you know how the story goes

He loves me
He loves me not
Its just a dead rose now
Jme Love
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Jme Love  44/F/Cloud9
(44/F/Cloud9)   
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