the day her dreams transformed into nightmares,
was the day he mixed love with poison.
Each petal of hers withered
the ground underneath her shook,causing an earthquake to her broken heart.
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The bleeding rose.
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Earthquake to her heart.
the day her dreams transformed into nightmares,
was the day he mixed love with poison.
Each petal of hers withered
the ground underneath her shook,causing an earthquake to her broken heart.
