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Bed of roses

You are not, I thought you to be, You are just a blend, Of lost desires and forgotten dreams. I wanted you to be with me, But that naive girl, Is now nowhere to be seen. Life is not just a bed of roses, It has its own thorns and all, For now her heart never beats, The way it did, When she first saw you.

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Date: 3/5/2019 3:07:00 AM
Bed of roses can turn lonely. Somehow dear dream become forgotten. A amazing poem.
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