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Primrose
I can smell all of the roses coming from the garden below me.
I have been endlessly sitting at this windowsill for days
just staring out down the street waiting for you to come back.
Sometimes in the moonlight I think I actually see you
and then I blink and you vanish into thin air.
I miss you so much my heart aches
and I can't help feeling like it is all my fault.
Why am I here now in this grand house while you are gone.
I can't seem to shake this pain that I am feeling inside.
