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Jul 2019
***** not your finger as you pluck the white rose.
Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red.
Who are you to color me so?
For your art is beautifully unfinished.
That I wish to wash these stains of my petals.
To think no more of this.
Inspired by the War of Roses
anna tecson
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anna tecson  21/F
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