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Nov 12
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
This secret admirer
Has eyes for only you.

Roast beef is red
And bruises are blue,
The sun fails to shine
When I'm without you.

How's that for romance
On this day, Valentine?
Won't you grant me my wish
And be only mine?
silent longing
Written by
s1mpl3po3t
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