january 30th 2019

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The moon is beautiful,
And so are you.

Roses are red,
Violets are wet,
You are what a moon,
Is to a planet.

Roses are red,
Violets are light,
Lighting up the sky,
On my darkest night.

Roses no longer exist,
Violets disappear,
Everything falls apart
Not even you remain here.

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