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1 week ago · 1 · poem, +4
Roses are a symbol of love,
One that cannot be kept.
It is a promise of eternity,
A promise of love,
A blatant lie.
Roses are an empty promise,
A lie written in caligraphy.
A beautiful word,
Painted in blood.
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Sad but beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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