"Why do beautiful things need to die?
Aren't they perfect enough to live on a happy life?" She said while looking at me.
"Life is too unfair" she added
"But tell me, in a garden full of life which do you pick the most? An ugly plant or a lovely rose?"
She stopped as soon as she heard me.
"The rose" she whispered.
"Indeed"
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FALLING OBLIVION
PoetryI mix words to create sentences that'll fill up the void inside my heart
