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When You’re Gone

You were but a bud that once blossomed

now wilting in my hands

like a dried up, dead rose

in the morning when you’re gone

all I’m left with is our stained bed

and memories of time long gone by

and my heart fallen on the floor

twisted and shattered.

What do you think?

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