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I tried to grab the rose I wanted it’s beauty I wanted it’s petals I wanted it’s symbolism I realised that my flaws drew a schism I waited for the perfect moment to pick I came back to get it I saw it’s stem so slick I reached for the rose when I thought I was ready to I reached for the rose when I thought it was the best time I reached for the rose when I thought that it wouldn’t stab me It has spines like a rose I feel my blood flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
Spines of the Rose
I tried to grab the rose I wanted it’s beauty I wanted it’s petals I wanted it’s symbolism I realised that my flaws drew a schism I waited for the perfect moment to pick I came back to get it I saw it’s stem so slick I reached for the rose when I thought I was ready to I reached for the rose when I thought it was the best time I reached for the rose when I thought that it wouldn’t stab me It has spines like a rose I feel my blood flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
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