I have roses in my soul
They grow quietly
Unnoticed
Untouched
And quite politely
All shaped different
No thorn alike
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The Baby Cries in Black and White (journal + poetry)
PoetryJust my pseudo poetic paragraphs of bullshit and life.
Roses
I have roses in my soul
They grow quietly
Unnoticed
Untouched
And quite politely
All shaped different
No thorn alike