every night she lies awake
blaming insomnia.but it's her troubled thoughts
that keep her restless.wondering if she will ever
find peace with her mind.
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deadroses || poetry
Poesía"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
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every night she lies awake
blaming insomnia.but it's her troubled thoughts
that keep her restless.wondering if she will ever
find peace with her mind.