Rose

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   I am like a Rose,

The slightest breeze will dry me up,

Or cause me to shred part of myself,

But I have a wall of thorns,

Only a select few can pass through unscathed.

   I am like a Rose,

Delicate, beautiful, breakable,

Yet dangerous,

One wrong touch and you bleed too.

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