Red rose petals scattered on the dirty floor of an empty subway.
Two people.
A goodbye.
A shove.
A sight.
A rose sold by a street vendor.
A run away.
An I love you.
A tear.
An I'm sorry.
A couple.
Posted by Dr. Jorge at 03:26
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... when the hare got to the bridge, the turtle had just crossed the finish line and all the animals were singing "for he's a jolly good fellow"... the hare took a gun and kept shooting figuring out what he'll do after emptying the magazine into the damn turtle...
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