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(SPRING 2021) The End of Me | Lily Fredericks

Updated: Jan 20, 2022

How can a rose be red

When my heart is blue

For you have left

And my petals have fallen

Leaving my stem

No reason to stand

It wilts

In bitter disgrace

Perhaps when we bloomed Our demise became inevitable For even my thorns

Could not shield me

From the scarring pain of loss

Though I should know

Nothing lasts forever

Our beauty no exception

For even the truest of love Can shrivel and die


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