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He gave me a rose, With his smile, sweet and grand. But though he meant well, A small thorn peirced my hand.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
A Rose
He gave me a rose, With his smile, sweet and grand. But though he meant well, A small thorn peirced my hand.
#love#doubt#pain#rose#comfusion
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
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