SANGUINE


She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions.
She is a dead leaf holding a life of emotions.
She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions.
She is a branch of affection that turned still and looking for the motions.
She is a broken flower holding the nectar of love in portions.
She is a dull bud that lost  its shine and looking for the potions

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