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Blood Rose
Blood Rose As red as Roses, It flows In a dimly lit hall, I lay heaving "Angels don't belong here..." His voice rings, Piercing the silence As red as Rubies, Glistening, Seeping through the white Of my silk wedding dress Escaping, Running down my temple, Splashes on the white tile, A dew of moisture, With a thud A flutter, A soft caress, Down my cold, clammy flesh "Such a pity..." He murmurs, "Oh Rose, Blood Rose"
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