smell the roses

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Scared to leave
What will I see
Never believed
In heaven
So now I'm
Just waiting
Staring at flowers
Sent to my mother
Shame I didn't
Have a lover
To give them to
It rains on the petals
Strange I feel better
Who knew
If only I breathed
I could stop
And smell the roses

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