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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Sep 21, 2014

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The greatest romance
Lies in your deep crimson color
Your many petals
Softer than skin
Your sharp thorns
Cause me to bleed
My love for you is infinite
The pain you cause me
Is a pleasure
You may be just a flower
But your beauty
Knows no rival

Hearts in Bloom An Ode to Love

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ameliemj

Sep 28, 2014

Sweet sharp and stunning.

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