I have brought in a wild rose to lay here in love's cenotaph, among all my thoughts of you. It comes from a graveyard full of "little deaths." I remember once sending you a flower from the same place when love was still fortunate with us. I must have been reckless in my happiness to do that.
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The no Titled Ulysses
RomanceWinner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love...
