First Rose
You called my name, blossomed pink through a screen
Red face, heart race, bewitched I fell sick in bed
A rusting rose emerged from my slivered soul
Before I slept, I remembered the first time I wished we met
The laugh, that made my days glitch
I'm here again, wondering what happened there
There were times, I yearned to see you again.
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