A dried coursage lay on my jewelry box

January 14, 2008
By Jenna Reed GOLD, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Jenna Reed GOLD, Ann Arbor, Michigan
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A dried coursage lay on my jewelry box,
Now it is dead,
Like the person I once knew,
The love once felt,
The hand I once held,
It's petals crumble with the slightest touch,
Aged by time,
As now my heart is tolled by the warmth it once felt


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