Roses |
white roses are for purity red roses are for love white roses when dead red roses when dead In anger, out of breath, face flushed, she broke the stems, snapping them one by one, before stuffing them violently in the garbage can and running back to the solace of her now flowerless bedroom, where she flung herself onto her bed and whispered into her pillow, "Happy Valentine's Day, Isabel." |
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