Help me!
cried the bright beautiful rose
I'm sad
I'm scared
I don't want to hurt anyone!
Please!
Someone!
Help me!
but no one could see anything other than a beautiful rose
so one night, when the moon was full
the rose plucked one of it's own thorns and slit it's own throat.
What a beautiful flower
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A Spark Of Hope
PoesieTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
