Blood roses
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Thorns start seeping from the hidden petals as blood drips down every second.... War raging between two countries as all ends in silence, leaving a mystery to be solved behind..... Sounds of hums as petals wither away trembling trees as the midnight moon comes out whispering heavenly words, trying to give hope as all falter down leaving an empty dark land sophisticated with charming roses that smile.
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