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my Rose
written by bloodlyvalentine04:32 PM 1/9/05my beautiful rose
pure as snow
stands alone,
a crimson waterfalls flows from the sky
and splatters my rose..
red.
she is no longer a pure white soul
she will never look,
or be the same
again.
my beautiful rose
is stained
and standing alone
as still as the stone floor
waiting,
waiting for he come along
to share the pain she is in
to prick the hand that touches her
and steal the blood from his veins
she is my beautiful rose
my rose painted red
she is the life
on my death bed |
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