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on the cold floor he cried. dead of the night, he lost his sences of touch. has'th he gone insaine?
i remember the pain, the sadness but most of all, love. she had walked up to me crying and put a velvet rose at my feet.
he couldn't pick up the rose, a man in black.
"its time to go"
- Title: roses for the dead.
- Artist: isthumus
- Description: better to have had love then lost than to never had loved at all.
- Date: 01/09/2009
- Tags: roses dead
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Silently_Die_By_You - 03/16/2009
- Its a shakespeare in the making. nice job! 4/5
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- Dear Ximena - 01/10/2009
- This is a bad a** poem, keep up the writing!
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