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The Roses Were Red
The Roses Were Red
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Her clutch on the rose,
Grew stronger and stronger.
The deeper the thorns slid through,
The faster the unwelcomed thoughts flowed through.
The flow of blood,
Put a pause on the flow of her thoughts,
That poisoned her brain,
All along the way.
The feeling of relief,
Rolled down her cheeks,
The feeling of despondence,
Was carried away by the breeze.
The thorns of the beautiful rose,
Cut through the chains of the undesired voices in her head.
The warmth of the wind,
Gently lingered on her face,
Carrying away all the pain she had to face.
