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Black Rose

In your Black,
Leather jacket
Looking so worn,
And tired,
Smoking your final
Cigarette before
You pass out,
Black rose,
You used to be red,
But now you
Are living in
A world of regret,
As beautiful,
As a red rose,
But your petals
Have turned black,
Like your soul,
Do not fear,
One day you will be
Red again.
Written by alexboudreau14
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