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She Picked A Rose

When she picked a rose
a red one with dew
She caught a thorn
and liquid life she drew

I gave her cloth
to clot like mud
And so she cried
so her I love

She feels my pain
in red pedals of loss
The dew is healing
my heart defrosts

I comfort her
and heed her needs
She tears my dreams!
"Stay With Me Please."


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