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❝ She was a rose petal
In a basket of thorns. ❞
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She whelved her innocence
Behind her crimson complexion;
A complexion that hid her
Igneous features.
When the sun abandoned the sky
And the moon accompanied it's
Only friend
One would hear her
Deafening cries for help
But no-one dared to pick a rose
Out of the pulchritudinous garden
For lying behind such beauty
Saturating her plants
With tainted black water
Was a brute, a scourge;
An ignominy to men.
