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Inspired by a true life incident. |
| I never felt so lonely and in pain, These thorns of mine the battle won again, From the rose I humbly gave to a lover, A vain, oblivious douche and poseur. My legs are stained by its crimson juice, feelings on which my body I let loose, lashes from an innocent rose, Bejeweled red dew revealing woes. So now, tonight, a peace ill keep, Released in words and cuts so deep, in velvet debt to a rose bouquet, One given; and the rest thrown away. |