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A pair of flaming eyes stared mockingly
into the unfathomable darkness. Cold, distant and aloof--completely lost and defeated by a fully blown Rose. Yet, out of that contemplating darkness emerged a shining petal, glowing beautifully, as clear as crystal and as strong as steel, provoking further contempt and more odium to the ever-hardened frame chiseled by time itself. The disdained look that bored a thousand sunsets, covetously willing to prompt the world into battle is now conquered by a thorny, beautiful Rose, which proves to me that behind the charade of strength and muscles, lies the soft and vulnerable heart of the man.
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