A Rose By Any Other Name
He pricked himself
reaching for the rose,
the scent and beauty
drawing him near.
He was determined
approaching again and again.
He found more thorns
that further injured him.
Growing annoyed,
roughly grabbing,
more scrapes, cuts and then
he crushed the flower with his hand.
She screamed.
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