Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Shadow of a Rosebud
Yes, he brought me roses... beautiful roses with petals soft as baby skin, with a scent of long remembrance of times gone by. Yes, he brought me roses, but 'twas way too late-- just a shadow of the past when love was grand and all things new and everything mattered and nothing mattered at all except...
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