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[bodytext] => You held this rose so close to your heart petal by petal this rose it fell apart and the crison red that use to remind you of our love has blackend your heart in the rain the colour of the rose is running and it puts blood on my hands but you stay cold regardless untill the last of the rose withers away in your hands just ashes now of a fire that burns in our hearts forever just ashes now ashes and embers [comments] => 3 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 13 [informant] => loopylou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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