Rose

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You painted a rose upon my skin

 Bright red that stood out against a pale canvas

 You gently traced your lips over the dried ink

Sending shivers down my spine and lightning bolts through my body

You softly caressed my cheek, leaving marks as soft as flower petals on my skin

 You kissed my lips for the last time

Leaving a taste of bitterness to poison my tongue

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