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I hold a rose in my hand Red in my brown skin Thorny ends peirced my fingers I keep the pain within Vibrant are its petals Heaven's sent, divine The leaves are teeming green Creation made so fine So much this beautiful rose Overflowing with life It demands to be kept young Keep it in the light But alas, the sky grew gray And all the hearts are blue I hold the rose one last time And in your grave, I threw-
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Rose
I hold a rose in my hand Red in my brown skin Thorny ends peirced my fingers I keep the pain within Vibrant are its petals Heaven's sent, divine The leaves are teeming green Creation made so fine So much this beautiful rose Overflowing with life It demands to be kept young Keep it in the light But alas, the sky grew gray And all the hearts are blue I hold the rose one last time And in your grave, I threw-
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
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