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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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Bloom
Roses aren’t always red But they are always beautiful They always bloom Times might be rough But you will always get through Keep yourself watered In sunlight, a warm room And I can promise you You will bloom too Taylor Don’t forget to admire the beauty in life and also the beauty in yourself. No…
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Poetry by Taylor 