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just a poem...

Submitted:Mar 7, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

There is no rose in the world that has not a thorn

But the ones that were mutated from when they were born

Or the roses that had its thorns brutally ripped off, leaving the rose's soul wrecked

So, either way, the rose will never be perfect


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