A black Rose
by BlackWolf Of Angest Aug 28, 2012
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They call you the flower of death. Subjecting you to something far more less. You are the most rarest of them all. Do they not hear your lushes dark beauty call. Your indeed the beauty of death. You represent ones life that has left. Your the beauty of what lies ahead. Your never truly dead. Its the journey to the other side. Where we sit and watch time go by. A black rose has been covered by one big lie.... |
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11 years ago
by Lyndy
I like your use of symbolism but there's a typo and the context as a whole could be improved
