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The white rose
So delicate
With its snowy petals
Drifting like snowflakes
Falling on the ground
Covered in white
Why must red
Come and ruin it?
It's pure innocence corrupt,
It no longer has purity
The stab wound was dripping
Like red ink from a pen
The blood was flowing
So fast it was red
The white rose
She cried
It's not pure
It's covered in my blood
And now it's forever
Corrupt.

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