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To you, my rose

Ever look in the mirror and not recognize what stares back at you? Sometimes it's worse when you do...

This poem is dedicated to my friend whom I miss very much.

Setting back the clock on a barren rock

When I wrote this, it sounded like such a good idea so I went and really did it afterwards. Very Cathartic.

Perhaps leaning more towards a rant than free verse, but take it as you will.

Wrote this one after I got out of a particularly bad relationship.