Roses who cloke the ****
Wilt in the morn aglow
They have sprouted spines
in past despair
Now wane inward
Despite the peace of
Those who pluck thee
thorns ***** thy flesh
With bitter poison
thy bled with sorrow
only to keep those afar
Roses stand lone
With thy veil of ****
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
Roses who cloke the ****
Wilt in the morn aglow
They have sprouted spines
in past despair
Now wane inward
Despite the peace of
Those who pluck thee
thorns ***** thy flesh
With bitter poison
thy bled with sorrow
only to keep those afar
Roses stand lone
With thy veil of ****
hiding behind those who we are not
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