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What I have grown.
Little Miss Black Rose went into the garden
She thought the sunlight would finally cure her…
But the darkness was not banished,
The darkness was not gone
So with grey blurring vision
And blood spraying coughs
She knew what happening, what she had done,
Using painful pinpoint precision
Its thick sharp roots had taken up and grown
Into the soil of her dear sweet head.
She thought the sunlight would finally cure her…
But the darkness was not banished,
The darkness was not gone
So with grey blurring vision
And blood spraying coughs
She knew what happening, what she had done,
Using painful pinpoint precision
Its thick sharp roots had taken up and grown
Into the soil of her dear sweet head.
Published 7th Nov 2012
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