If I were a poem
I would bleed off the pages,
Until my rivers went dry
If I were a poem
My words would be burgundy,
For a dying rose
If I were a poem
I would dress in white,
For a wedding
If I were a poem
I would radiate tears,
From the center of my page
If I were a poem
I would have wings of a Dove,So I can fly away…
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