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I pricked my finger a thorn of a rose |
| I pricked my finger on a white rose. I watch my blood drip on the white rose. I saw my blood turn the white rose red. I wonder to myself, what if their was white roses everywhere. Would people see the death and evil in our world. Would people understand not to kill.. Would our hellish desires vanish if there was white roses everywhere. I pricked my finger on a white rose. I watch my blood drip on the white rose. I saw my blood turn the white rose red. |