Forgotten Poem by BlAcCCCCk WeSleY

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A new world has come into existence.
The old world shattered, now, merely only a past tense.

The bright red roses more vibrant than ever,
The memories a blur compiled of random slurs, it can't get any better.

Friday, February 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,memories,red,world
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