Short has nothing to do with it.
It's poetry.
roses deaden the sounds
of falling clods of dirt
falling like you did
only leaving hurt
those that made you sad
only to deny
the needs you had to live
and the needs that made you die
a good night kiss
and take away my wine
you're leaving me with less
you're leaving me behind
you're leaving me behind
you're leaving me behind
you left me behind
Short has nothing to do with it.
It's poetry.
Kinda short but not too bad...
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