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Feb 2014
The roses in the window sit and welt in the soft sunshine
Their plump blushing petals soon turn to a despairing colour of dried blood
Petals crumple and crunch between my fingers like old bones
Dying, from the moment they were plucked
To show how eternal thou love is
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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   --- and Nick Moore
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