Blue Roses

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Love, to me, is like blue roses.
Beautiful, yet impossible.
A dream, that those who aimed to join-
Did so artificially.
An endless struggle, in isolation.

Love to me, is like blue roses.
An unattainable rose.
An unattainable dream.
My unattainable love.

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