Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's evil deeds
fore it has stuck a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety
For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's evil deeds
fore it has stuck a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety
For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise
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