Nothing works..
I've tried everything.
I don't know what else to try.
I've told you everyday.
It's like you didn't even care.
Tell me what I'm doing wrong.
They're dead.
I can't revive them.
They were so beautiful.
The crimson color of beauty.
Symbol of eternal love.
Black and broken.
From lack of nourishment.
Is this no longer about a wilted flower?
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Excellent write love, I understand what you mean. I love how you began writing about a flower, a rose non the less and questioned the meaning of the flower to the loss of of a lover. Very genius. Keep writing love.
<3 Katrina
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Thanks.
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