All the words
That blossomed
Like roses
In me
Have died
I have nothing
Left to say
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Hundred and Nine
All the words
That blossomed
Like roses
In me
Have died
I have nothing
Left to say
