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The brier of the Rose bush
Screams
While resting above a full head
Of paraffinesque dreams
That give way to the shower
Of the Suns Ocher beams
I awake
Pick the Rose and toss it
Into the choking Stream.
For what use is a Rose
When speckled with thorns?
Why celebrate skin deep beauty
With flesh so easily torn?
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Awesome. LSM
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