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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2197433
A poem about the beginning of the end.
the house we built
from roses grown in our garden
began to wilt last tuesday
and i’m not sure why
broken petals began to gather at my feet
but i’m afraid that soon
the thorns will begin to cut deeper
and red will become my least favourite colour
when it used to be my favourite
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