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              The Lonely Rose of Love
He saw her bloom in the afternoon sun, hidden in the corner like no other one. 
She was a rose of a certain kind, but with thorns so sharp most would say never mind.
She would flaunt her petals often well into the night, as the moon seemed to cast her just the right light. 
He moved close to get a smell and a touch,  and realized he never admired so much. 
So he decided to give into the thorns and affliction, because her presence satisfied his greatest addiction.
JSTANG 07/10/16 #SNL #everawakened