meeting you was like
listening to a song
for the first time
and knowing it
would be my
favourite
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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.
unknown
meeting you was like
listening to a song
for the first time
and knowing it
would be my
favourite
