You were the rose
He held so delicately
In his grasp.
Not caring that
The tighter he held on
The more wounds
Opened up
On his hands.
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You were the rose
He held so delicately
In his grasp.
Not caring that
The tighter he held on
The more wounds
Opened up
On his hands.
