There are three roses on your bed for you--one from me, one from your father, and one from your sister. Mine is rotted and wilted, his is fresh and new, and hers is yet to grow. Each flower represents the point in your life you were at when each of us met you.
So, tell me, what is it like to be rotted and wilted and to only give what's been left over?
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- Rozlyn
- I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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