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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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