The Cerise Imposture
Crimson rose you bloom and grow
Fragrant and free you open toward light
Though your life lingers so brief
Your beauty reaches me bright
Tempted I am to reach over and pinch
Your thorns surprise me by an inch
and clinched my jaw shut
For you pierced my finger
For but a moment the pain will linger
Trickle crimson upon my thumb
wrapped it tight as a drum
I walk away and admire from far
Your thorns remind me who you are
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