Quote of the day:
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
-Jessamyn West


At the far end of the room.
Black colored chairs leaning against white walls.

There you were all alone.
A little red rose growing in concrete.

I longed to touch your petals.
To feel them against my fingers.

To inhale your scent.
And let the smell linger.

Soft and vulnerable.
So detailed yet so beautiful.

I took a few steps your way.
Ready to take you far away.

But alas, someone else came along.
I was too late...all i can say is -so long.


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