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Apr 2023
I got one white rose
A token of his undying love
Immaculate and pure.
One by one the petals started falling
Now all I have is a stem with thorns
A petal from a rose falls without a thorn.
Now all I’m left with
is…
a token of what never was.



Shell✨🐚
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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