Lain between the petals of amber
desires whisper with baby's breath,
and I hear them
mimicking forgotten lullabies
from behind his back.
How I would love
to drain the color from each rose
if only to read his written words,
once again for me.
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Ever just miss that special someone who use to write for you?
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