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I take out my collection,

Of the roses you gave me,

Each year on my birthday.
.
.

As I see them,

I remember the fragrance they once held.
.
.

Now they look withered and dead,

Just like your love for me.
.
.

I hold them close to my chest,

To feel your love once again,
.
.

But I realise,
.
.
.

It’s already gone…

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