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Mar 2018
when you pick up a
rose
and are stabbed by
its thorn

you become
engulfed
by the
pain

& unable to
admire
the beauty
of the flower.

rose is my middle name
and it took me 17 years
to accumulate why.

the blood will dry
the cut will heal
and the rose
will continue to flourish;
with sunlight
nurishment
& love.
Written by
emmi rose
216
   PoetryJournal and Nicole
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