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The black rose, oh so beautiful, A source of comfort yet so bitterful. As I clutch on tightly, the thorns pierce me deeply. The pain, so fierce, yet I hold on so, For the comfort it brings is so overwhelming I cant let go. The blood that stains my arms a rusty red, a reminder of a love so dead. Now here I lie, scarred and decayed, Wishing I never found the blade.

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Date: 10/24/2024 3:38:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 10/22/2024 12:47:00 AM
Thank you for sharing such a poignant poem.
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