It is terrifying this one rose scorned
rebuffed, covered in it's cheezy cloth.
It was drawn so unnaturally is this one.
Rejected, fired, covered in no, if maybe
by you, not me..This rose has no honey.
Her cheese is unhealthy..scent from a can.
This blush is from a jar of surrendered evil.
Does woman, girl, this female, spread me?
in you..does she? ..Sheets are covered in
DNA of other dictum's unlike mine are clean.
Her in that rose bed never can have it, ever.
She loves it, it rejects it..
it just can't wear some roses, they are to thorny.
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