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The delicacy of the red rose, how it stands high above the fence, it makes hence as towards the sun it’s vines grow. The beauty of its stature, the way it’s petals glow, oh red rose you stand unbothered by the fence and feel the wind pass. The grass, dying and low, nature is poor to feel the sun flow. Look past the cell, now at the concrete and it’s false hell, it’s mundane colours that reflect a sense of pretence perfection. Red rose deliver tight justice, your thorns and all that will shadow the brick red wall for you’re not just protecting us, you’re protecting them and they show disgust but don’t you care. Your green hair and rosy cheeks, all is worth it when you lie deeper in the soil and peat, the layers of sunlight that will soon fall. They pay much for you, as time spreads the heads of your seeds are as strong as they need to be, so don’t fear the reaping of your children, they are not leaving but eating at the new land that feels rough, enough is not enough.
A soldier of a war of the roses, a captain of the white and red, lay nicely and low now in your rose bed.
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