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I wrote these when I was 12, don't judge, I just wanna put it out there. Ignore the dates.

Rose

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by TearsOfAmbrosia

by TearsOfAmbrosia

Rose 13/08/24

They talk about spiked red roses,

and how they sealed the trust.

Yet like the bush and Moses,

it crumbled to the dust.

They talk about spiked red roses,

and how it treasured blood.

Though the only treasured poses

were washed out by the flood.

They worship red spiked roses,

it signified the dawn.

But when the bright star rises,

they were proven wrong.

We pray for spiked red roses,

a long forbidden song.

Yet when the spirit rose,

the blood-red spikes were gone.