Black Roses
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Last published Fri, May 23, 2014
I stare at their coffins, engulfed in red and white roses, laid upon them by hallow individuals like it’s supposed to mean something. Like they’re somehow supposed to reverse what happened. The unity of the two colours burning into one – dirty – indecorous – black rose.
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