a red rose
grows
in a cemetary
uncared for and cold
mysteries unfold
before my eyes
I claim my prize
a beautiful red rose
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Sick and twisted poems
PoetryMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
