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Jan 28
Rose. The most perfect rose
Stained the snow
Sinking into the grave
I never knew its name
And she never knew
Of my existence
God made her perfect
But that rose. So perfect. Stained the snow where we all walk.
Written by
Eduardo Edmundo  49/M/Almada
(49/M/Almada)   
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