you gifted me roses,
beautifully red.
then after a week,
they were beautifully dead.
and i held those dead roses;
i bled, and i bled.
for i knew they were a lie,
with which i'd been misled.
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five.
you gifted me roses,
beautifully red.
then after a week,
they were beautifully dead.
and i held those dead roses;
i bled, and i bled.
for i knew they were a lie,
with which i'd been misled.
