pretty things.

Pretty things.

 You fill me with such pretty things

Your watercolor eyes, do fall

You seek to tell me what you wish

And one by one, I want it all 

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mere rose.

 

Mere Rose

Mere rose, soft flower, you came so sweetly

Set on a table, profound and neatly

I lifted you high as I spun in fond laughter

But to my quickened eye, long tears followed after

My hand holds you still, but now, not the same

Tightly wound in despair, upon reading her name

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