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A short poem describing the events of my Valentines Day.

Submitted:Feb 26, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The roses are RED

The candles flicker softly.

The fire crackles loudly, startling me.

The food is lukewarm.

The time is 5:30.

He should have been here half an hour ago.

The roses are BURNING

The candles are gone.

The flames lick the petals.

The food is cold and in the trash.

The time is 8:00.

Yet, there is only me and ash.


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