Brick Red Filled Rose
The red rose
Like deep brick red
blood streaming down,
Filling the rose,
Drip, drip, dr- Oh- and
Then you feel cold,
You see yourself with your pale purple skin,
and no shaded blue veins,
The rose is filled,
But you are not there
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