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[title] => Rose's
[time] => 2008-05-12 09:46:11
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[bodytext] => How pretty They are, lying on the bed Crawling on the walls Walking on the floors A rustle they make from being bunched up together The petals twisted into curved lines the vine line up neatly And the thorn sharp as ever But where did they come from? From you of course! Why, did you just think that they appear like that? They are from your tears that never fall They are from your fears that are always in the back of your mind They are from your dresses That cover up the evidence They are from your secret part that you hid from the world The rose carries it's all The pain and tears The love and tender The madness and lust and the happiness and trust They fall from your tears crawl from your fears skip from your innocence leaving you vulnerable The roses are like family and friends they accept you and you accept them (now if only your real family could be that way) But truth be told you are the rose the rose is not you but the other way around You hide within the petals and shake inside the vine as your edges is the thorn The rose, holds and carries much stuff within it's self [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 75 [informant] => ReneeyUmbra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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