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It was a black rose she received..
As her fingers stroked the keys upon her piano
Hopefully it relieves her pain
And leads her to me….
Beautiful as a black rose
In its entirety
You reflect every image of the word
Her hair draped over her shoulder
As she played her melody on her piano
Whatever… Wherever ….whenever
Looking into the crowd to decipher whoever took the time to find it, to find
Her black rose

Jay G

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