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Rose Red

Rose, rose my sweet rose red
doth thou see thy fate ahead?
The heavens cry dark arsenic rains
poisoning thy fragile veins
Rose, rose, my sweet rose pale
the liquid death hath left thou frail
weak and withered, spirit worn
with stems turned black and petals torn...
(June 11, 2013)
Written by DecayingRadiance
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