love hurts
A person plants a seed
that will one day turn into a beautiful rose bush
They tend to it every day
and the seed begins to sprout in the rich soil
it starts to grow over time
And then blooms
what beauty they say to them self
As days go by
they have a change of heart
and take a shovel and pop it out of the ground
and let it rot under the hot sun
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