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Roseblood

Red roses bleed,
I bleed your blood,
Thorns prick my fingers, as tears prick my eyes,
Looking up from below, a watery haze,
Is what life's like under my self conscious gaze,

And yet I can't decide,
When these feelings of guilt will reside,
When I will forgive my battered body,
When I decide to live again.

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This is provocative and powerful, and I really thank you for sharing it. Cheers; BWF.

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