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Eighteen
He yelled, and she cried,
Who cares the color of walls?
Unwitting, love died.
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Twenty-One
Red Roses enhance
belated apologies.
“I’m married,” burns deep.
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Sixty-Eight
Golden reunion,
Old lovers dance, rekindled.
Who cares about walls?
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About the Creator
J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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