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Aug 2016
All the white
roses sparkled
under the sun
but among them
there was a flower
different
from the rest.
The black rose.
Not only by the
colour of
it's petals, but
also by it's
aspirations.
Growing towards
the light
of heaven even
though it
knew that it was
planted in
the soil of hell
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
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