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Red Rose .
written by blackie-hawk04:34 PM 3/4/05The thorn is cutting in my hand.
Sticking in my silky skin.
The red rose stands naturally in the dirt.
The root is fine and juicy green.
Build up with beauty;
As one of the only beautiful things in the world.
My blood drips down,
Paints the dirty ground red, cleans it.
I turn my head, and there you stand.
Beautiful, with clean eyes.
Pure soul, pure heart.
How can such a person exist?
How can a such person exist? |
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