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Cold Passing
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single black petal fell off my rose,
one person died.
The clouds
moved in,
The sun went black.
Love never existed and blood seeps
through,
My heart turned cold.
Dead.
single black petal fell off my rose,
one person died.
The clouds
moved in,
The sun went black.
Love never existed and blood seeps
through,
My heart turned cold.
Dead.
Published 5th Jan 2011
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