i look up and there it is the perfect rose
on the top of a hill...
yet the rose is unreachable...
untouchable...
unusable...
all alone in that same hill..
surrounded by venomous vines
and yet i want it
i want to hold it
i want to caress it
i want it between my fingers
it feels like love all in one rose
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