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She Is Like a Rose
She is like a sweet, smelling rose blooming in the month of May. Blooming with large, red peddles sprawling and conquoring with beauty. She is like a Spring Rose. Her heart, like the rose is beautiful. She stands there, blooming mad. Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing. Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose. She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose, the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May. Glorious and brave. as the rain washes her peddles away, and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears. For I do not want to see my love go away. But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again. And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller. She is like the rose. She is beautiful, like the May weather roses. She is the red, ruby hearted rose, that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops, slowly dripping of the peddles. She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose, I get stabbed by her pointy torns. She is just like the May Rose. Perfect for admiring, but not for touching. She is like a rose.
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