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Sep 2014
I smell you on my skin
       and I think about the rose garden
and how every flower was different,
     beautiful
           I wanted every one of them,
but darling roses are only for looks
           don't try to pluck them
                                they will only ***** tiny holes
into your fingers
            and draw blood from your veins
darling don't touch me,
          I will only put holes in your heart
and draw tears from your eyes
         I am the beautiful roses in the garden.
               Don't pick me.
Written by
Katherine
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