Mar 2015
Here is a rose
It grows and grows,
an exquisite blossom blushing red
The blossom wilts
It dies and dies,
warm blush decaying brown
The petals fall,
dirt stained with blood.
It grows and grows,
an exquisite blossom blushing red
The blossom wilts
It dies and dies,
warm blush decaying brown
The petals fall,
dirt stained with blood.
(25/Non-binary/that mystical place...)
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