Clever as the Devil & Twice as Pretty

Clever as the Devil & Twice as Pretty

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it is said, that appearances may be deceiving... take a beautiful rose for example, it's alluring silky petals form a tight bud that soon blossoms ïnto a passionate blood red flower known for it's beauty and smell. It seduces many with its bewitching appearance until you reach out to take it. However, there is no such thing as a rose without thorns, only when you lower your guard, does the deceiving beauty show its true nature. as if stained with the blood of its previous victims it awaits patiently for the next to fall. to truly enjoy something such as this, you must pay the given price. of course, this doesn't simply apply to roses, but to everything and everyone. when A Raven-haired Noble, with compassionate eyes, and etiquette known throughout France is given a taste of his own medicine from a 'deceitful rose' he doesn't come out unpricked.
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The red represented love, but the kind I wasn't capable of giving to her. These roses were given with pure affection and sacrifice, from the heart of an individual that had always remained in her beloved dreams. Desperately I wanted that to be me, but I had exceeded the knowledge that I would never have the accessibility to enter the deeper picture into her life. For my roses would be handed down with thorns. And with every prick, a drop of blood fell.

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