Roses are red.
The violets are
dead.Sugar is
sour like a dead
bloody flower.I
stare at your grave.
Your warm touch I
crave.In my field
bloody roses.I
will yield an inch
of my future.These
bloody roses now
turn a dirty brown.
The make me frown.
In time they will be
stained with blood again.
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