of roses and sorrow

roses

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she sang a song of roses
with thorns to cut your feet
harmless-looking waiters
who serve you poisoned meat

she told a tale of anguish
of agony, misery, and pain
a glinting knife, they brandished
and with it, had her slain

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gee, i’m so morbid. evidently, that results from reading too much depressing poetry, however beautifully-worded they may be.

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