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Rose.

The reddest rose,
is in this room,
reminding me,
of Winter's bloom.

The scarlet rose,
teasing me,
with it's beauty,
I wish I could be.

This sad yet delightful rose,
in the little white vase,
throwing tragedies,
into my face.

The simplest rose,
fair and small,
I sit alone,
and that is all.





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