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Poems by Beedoo!

Dried Rose

I kept the first rose you gave me,
hung and dried it so the red would stay forever.
The red is still here even after you're gone.
Our love dried up like hung rose petals
But my heart, brittle and bitter,
is still red,
and the water from my tears
won't bring this rose back.
I wonder if its heart beat at all.

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