There were the roses, in the rain.
Don't cut them, I pleaded.
They won't last, she said.
But they're so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.It was a year ago today I met Amanda. Since then, every moment spent with her is a lifetime unwasted; every kiss shared with her a
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