with a name like this - rose,
what did you expect?
the gentleness of petals
or the thorny cleft?
but a rose is just a rose,
symbol of despair,
of a heartbreak's echo
stealing all my air.
thorny grip will tighten
crushing my pale neck.
my eternal sorrow whispers:
there is no way back.
Rose
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