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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Bitter tears in vain,

empty-handed yet again.

A rose under glass.

 

Fallen from a dream,

restored to reason it seems.

But this too shall pass.

© 2014 Ripped Denim 💜


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Added on February 11, 2014
Last Updated on February 12, 2014

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Ripped Denim 💜
Ripped Denim 💜

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