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Where is the rose, with petals so delicate,

That they might fall, if my fingers brush them? ,

Where is the crimson that causes my chest to palpitate? ,

Where is that stiff stem? ,


Where are those thorns,

That so pricked my skin,

Where are the moments that it mourns? ,

Where is the flower that makes my core thin?



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