Crimson velvet, soft and sweet,
Unfurls its petals, warm and complete.
A fragrant whisper on the breeze,
A symphony of colors, pleasing to appease.
But beneath the silken touch, a glint,
A prickling promise, sharp and distinct.
Emerald barbs, a hidden threat,
Where beauty and danger closely met.
The thorn, a whisper on the wind,
Of pain to come, a truth unkind.
Blindly we reach,...
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