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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1194873
this came strait forn the heart
so sweet
so innocent

i had a rose once
red as a apple
but cold a winter

this rose made me freeze every time i touched it
this rose made me not breathe
this rose made me weak in the knees
this rose turned grey

and as i look at the rose i wonder
why me
why do i own this rose

this rose is dangerious
this rose will hurt me
if only for a second

but i used the rose
when i couldent take it any mo'
i pushed it slow
the reason i used the rose no one will ever know
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