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Love is the thorn of the rose,  
I am told I should not fear Perfection- I should not fear it- for I will never reach it.   colors of the World are painted about Her Searching back with open eyes-  
  Watched the news today It said a ten year old girl Witnessed her parents get gunned down My eyes began to swell  
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