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a thorn of a broken rose dug into my skin and i suddenly froze. the crimson drips down my icy arm, why is it that beauty can cause such harm? stained with blood i blossom with the same hues as the rose, to expose my hurt and represent a flower so beautiful is juxtaposed.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Irony of a Rose
a thorn of a broken rose dug into my skin and i suddenly froze. the crimson drips down my icy arm, why is it that beauty can cause such harm? stained with blood i blossom with the same hues as the rose, to expose my hurt and represent a flower so beautiful is juxtaposed.
it's ironic that something so beautiful can cause such harm to you. kind of like a lover, so beautiful; but rips your heart straight out of your chest when they're done with you.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
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