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Dry Roses Wet Memories

Relentless thought,
speeding past,
I was guarding
a butterfly
kissing sweetness,

I thought of you,
how can I not?

even red wine
and candles
know your name,

all is been said,

good night at times
can take years
to accomplish.  


























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Dry Roses Wet Memories

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