~~ROSE CHILD~~

As soon as the roses died
On the counter on the side
The earth tore apart
Like a wild animalry
As if for some reason
Those roses had some sort
of undiscovered massive power
The sort where a man could die
By touching the poisonous thorn
Free at last, they cry
From the stares and the admiration
or whatever
This is what i've imagined...
My spirit still awaits

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