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I stop to smell the roses Softly holding it's head in my hand I run my fingers across it The petals so soft I breathe in it's soft scent Showing signs that I care Telling it that I think it was heaven sent Making it think I would always Be around Then I turn my back and walk away For in this internet land I am just a visitor passing through Touching lives and holding hands Never allowing my heart to open For fear that someone else Playing a game would tare it open And see inside Leaving me no where to hide So from rose to rose I go Fearing that one day I won't be able to say no
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