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My Roses
April 2, 2015
He gave me
a bouquet
of roses--
yes.
They were
red as blood,
soft as lips,
and smelled of heaven.
Yes.
I have taken,
care of them
Beautifully.
Once a day,
droplets cascade
from my hands
onto their petals.
Sometimes their thorns
prick me,
but I refuse to abandon
them.
Years have passed...
and they have
never withered...
But they never.
Blossomed.
Either.
© Garrett M., Port Angeles, WA
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