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Jan 15
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m laying in bed,
And I’m thinking of you.

A knife in the back,
Years down the drain.
Yet you keep coming back,
A fresh round of pain.
Written by
Lily08  17/F/USA
     MS Anjaan, Aishu and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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