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I was once a red rose whose shade was deep and dark As deep as red, as dark as blood A vulnerable one, it is. I was once a red rose Who left my roots, Who left the others, Without resistence. I was once picked, I was once lured, I was even thornless, In someone's hands I was once a red rose, Whose petals were still wrapped, Until and until, It bloomed by the soul's first touch I was once a red rose, I was once a true one, Who was in perfect shade Of blood red and pure I was once a red rose, Whose youth was timeless Whose color was fadeless For four long years. And all of a sudden, His touch was no more, Tick-o-tock the time unfroze, I was once a red rose but not anymore. I may still be but now with thorns.
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
I Was Once a Red Rose
I was once a red rose whose shade was deep and dark As deep as red, as dark as blood A vulnerable one, it is. I was once a red rose Who left my roots, Who left the others, Without resistence. I was once picked, I was once lured, I was even thornless, In someone's hands I was once a red rose, Whose petals were still wrapped, Until and until, It bloomed by the soul's first touch I was once a red rose, I was once a true one, Who was in perfect shade Of blood red and pure I was once a red rose, Whose youth was timeless Whose color was fadeless For four long years. And all of a sudden, His touch was no more, Tick-o-tock the time unfroze, I was once a red rose but not anymore. I may still be but now with thorns.
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melanncholic
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Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
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