Rose
Love is like a river___ That drounds, the tender reed___
Love is like a razor___ That leave the heart to bleed___
Love is like a hunger___ An endless aching, need___
I say love__is like a flower___ And you__Its only seed___
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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