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roses are red,
red as the sunset aglow
on the evening water
roses are red,
red as the cardinal,
singing in spring’s growing green
but roses die,
like all living things must,
and when the petals wilt,
only the thorns of treacherous past remain,
still pricking the ghost of a once true love.
These roses-
They’re poison.

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