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Blue Roses in My Hand
They asked me,
"Why blue roses, not red?"
I smiled,
But let the question hang in silence,
Patiently waiting for him.
Tick tock—
The clock drummed on,
Its rhythm felt eternal.
I sighed,
"Perhaps he’s just a little...
"Why blue roses, not red?"
I smiled,
But let the question hang in silence,
Patiently waiting for him.
Tick tock—
The clock drummed on,
Its rhythm felt eternal.
I sighed,
"Perhaps he’s just a little...
