we fit together
like two roses entwined.
we were beautiful
that is, until we died.
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broken dreams
Poetryshe held his hand he held hers. they crumbled together until they were nothing but broken dreams. ... a collection of poems.
entwined
we fit together
like two roses entwined.
we were beautiful
that is, until we died.
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