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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thorns and petals fall upon the fallen men. Roses of varying color bury their own eyes. Pink and Blue. Burnt orange callus over what they feel. Hidden beyond what they want to be false. White roses haunt the timid mind. Uncovering what was true and will never be. Stained the color red of a life, now gone. Gracing the street and a cover of a newspaper. Roses given to a girl, from a boy. Heart felt intentions to the linen. Connecting to a momentous letter. Dried up and sent a million miles. Only to get returned. No one reads the broken words of hope. Roses so beautiful and fulfilling to the bashful. Only prove to be a gift from failure. Letting us know. Never to put faith against our will. Empty shades of pale black entering the darkness. Letting in the only color necessary. Weakening at our knees to see what tears can bring. Roses falling from the sky in a trip of delusion. Given up from grace that is unknown. Intricate traps of words and imagery. Leaving myself and those others far from bewildered. Fickle little stems and pollen capsules pollute. Only the most undeserving. Torn from their home, now only pretty inside a book. Dark red from age. Not realizing what they have done. Innocence lost to a childish flower. To make only ourselves look human. Picked to be given. To be thrown away. Or held captive behind a page.
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