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Rose
You are loving a rose,
Whose thorns laid bare
To protect remnants
Of who she was,
A rose plucked
By unworthy hands.

May you continue to love her,
The way she wanted to love herself.
May you continue to stay,
Despite seeing what lies beyond
The beauty of her petals.

Know that the rose bloomed
Because of your love.
Also know that the rose will wilt
With the absence of it.


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