The Obscene Unknown
To be the rose scarlet and crimson,
Or white, or black, or violet,
To be a rose at all so vile,
'Tis normality in simple.
This rose with its perfect beauty and petals,
With its sincerity upon love.
I say off to south with it;
I wish be the obscene unknown.
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