we toast and drank
the wine of our happiness
it filled our hearts with
marital bliss
until one day you
no longer felt the same
leaving me holding
a flaming rose
a dieing heart
mine....
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we toast and drank
it filled our hearts with
until one day you
leaving me holding a flaming rose mine.... Author notesunder construction.... In a listPlease tell me what you thinkComments
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