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Apr 2021
I look like a rose
Laying on my immense throne
Feeding beggars with my thorn
My worn petals which haven't yet thrown

I'm a rose,
An eerie rose
Assume me uglier than spider's legs
Deluge my masses with the amazing empty hopes
Inevitably their croon as a lullaby for me

Sometimes I care
About their head
About their neck
Also their pocket
When it gets fewer
Frantic!
My reek palace will be tinier

Come on,
I'm not the worst
Even roses have thorns
Yet mine are deadly noxious
Rahameem
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Rahameem  27/F/Indonesia
(27/F/Indonesia)   
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