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Roses were the cardinal of your insides

These rough ragged rose bushes  
buried
in our rundown backyards winter breeze  
stay trashed  
 
by thrown beer cans  
from the late night sassy bar next door  
so selfless not to hide  
behind large stockade wooden fences  
 
beautiful basking
in neon blue car headlights  
from Persian green frost bitten turbulent tips  
trailing  

adorned woven stems  
bulbous hips  
armed sharp prickles  
to to the pink Back spatter  

as high force  
velocity gunshot wounds leave  
point blank
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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