Kate Ecker

A Crumpled Rose

Beautiful flower, growing healthy, its cruel power can leave people wealthy in minutes.
Greedy souls use such a poor thing, such fouls broght upon it sting so much.
A delicate rose, just a bud, forced to doze where things go thud in the night. frightened.
A dead beauty, lying in a heap, it's fruity scent forever to keep, in a bottle.
A crumpled rose, crumpled rose.
How dare thy Monster take the life of such a helpless thing?
Roses are crumpled before the hate of a human, yet symboliz

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