The Roses Weep
The roses weep
tears of red
like blood fallen
from a heart
pierced
by the thorn
of betrayal.
Secrets do not keep
and each has fled
to wreak mayhem
like a roadside tart
with a rabid thirst~
no need to inform
or bewail.
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