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Final Rose

Rare and Pure

By Natasha CollazoPublished about a year ago Updated 7 months ago 1 min read
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Final Rose
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His love for her was latent

enough to grasp her.

It was his seraphic intentions.

He wasn’t her type, but definitely her

soulmate.

When he comes around she tries to obviate

the moments, but they keep happening,

inevitably.

She realized if she dither for too long, it may

slip away in which, she found something

that would slake her ever longing.

She needed to keep him around,

it was too rare.

His love.

She wasn’t surprised by the candor or the

veracity of his motives.

Most just prattle about whatever it is,

playing the sycophant.

But she had a very clairvoyant perception of

who he was, for her;

a translucent and wholesome body of

water resting off shore.

From a distance, never intending to impose,

But he soon convinced her, once he handed

her the white rose.

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About the Creator

Natasha Collazo

**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **

Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute

Project: The diary of an emo Latina

Content and freelance creator

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Inquiries: [email protected]

Instagram: @sunnycollazo

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