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Goodbye
my one petal rose
Whose life devoured
the innocence around your crown

Even
the bees
fly past your pollen
on to better petaled exquisitetry

Your
thorns turned
brown and fell away
Left you defenseless in every way

While
more luscious
buds made fun of you
you cried not but inside you died

Goodbye
one petal rose
I'm the gardener
come now I to dispose

But worry
not my one
petaled perfection
Today you decorate the House of God

— The End —