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Jenna Dec 2019
Cold Hearted
Her hand is where roses go to die,
Her heart is cold and made of stone,
Her gaze is where they cannot lie,
Her smile keeps her from being alone.
I have been having a lot of trouble writing lately. I have found inspiration and will write more.
#aloneinside
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