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To love a wild rose

Ohh it must be so bitter sweet

To love a wild rose.

Every inhale, another bleeding prick.

Its blushed color a forlorn reminder of that which is absent.

Its leaves jagged and sandpapered

Its sounds barely louder than a murmur.

Ohh but its taste…

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