Our love was like a flower
Pressed between the pages of an old book
Dead, crushed, broken, withering
But oh so beautiful
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Lost [Poetry]
Poetry"drowning in the past dreading the future" [A Work in Progress]
Flower
Our love was like a flower
Pressed between the pages of an old book
Dead, crushed, broken, withering
But oh so beautiful
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