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Red rose blood

Red rose blood,

In the wind, the petals of the sparks fly,

From the wounded heart beats love

And kisses the flour of the heart for.

I do not have enough words and tears, minutes,

And the black poison corrodes the heart,

And where are those hands that will crash

Of white lace and silk outfit?


What do you think?

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Written by Olga N