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 On a branch i was your rose,

Blooming sweet before you froze

Our i luv yous.

The night wind spoke,

While i was yet asleep 

So you followed your whim.

Let's do him in

It said, but you didn't understand,

Horizons was the tesse.

So you sought your reverie,

And i, regretted yes, but

Determined to progress.

Left you alone to your seek,

Selfishness made you weak,

Now i can speak.

I grew and strived in sunshine

And in rain, all for the better,

Beautiful rose that i am.

© gillena cox 2025

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