"P R I C K"
I thought the rose was beautiful and vibrant.
I thought it was a beauty of green and red.
Before i felt pain through a prick.
I still won't let go.
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PoesíaＨＲ：＃9 0ｉｎ ｐｏｅｔｒｙ [1/25/2018] "ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ." １２／2 9／１７ ©sʜᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴇ
