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She stares at the flower before her. It’s small ,but sharp. It’s thorns reach to soft red petals She glanced at the metal in her hand It’s Cold. small. sharp. It cuts down to red pools. And then… She looks back at the flower. She sets down the object . For roses are better than razor blades
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
Roses
She stares at the flower before her. It’s small ,but sharp. It’s thorns reach to soft red petals She glanced at the metal in her hand It’s Cold. small. sharp. It cuts down to red pools. And then… She looks back at the flower. She sets down the object . For roses are better than razor blades
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
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