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Apr 20
A blood red rose, with black petaled tips,
Standing tall under a thousand eclipses.
With thorns that would weep a river of blood,
For those who don’t understand, the river would flood.

But for those who took the time, and handled her with care,
They would be free from her snare.
And true beauty they will see,
For she is a bold, creative rose tea.
Khadi Alza
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Khadi Alza  14/F/A Tropical Rainforest
(14/F/A Tropical Rainforest)   
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   guy scutellaro
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