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White rose
Why a rose? And a white one, too?
Because it spells innocence? Pure of form?
Why the colour? When you can paint it black;
Or purple or blue, when it bruise?
Why look a far, when you can desire,
One for yourself and be a liar;
Of your plastic filters for the rose
that is never white in colour.
Because it spells innocence? Pure of form?
Why the colour? When you can paint it black;
Or purple or blue, when it bruise?
Why look a far, when you can desire,
One for yourself and be a liar;
Of your plastic filters for the rose
that is never white in colour.
Published 7th Apr 2010
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