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Poison Rose
The rose sat within the
light, filtered through the fractured
window as the stillness
breathed softly in the air.
Blood red blush of velveteen
petals, yearning to be pressed,
temptous aroma calling out
the names of ghostly lovers.
How such gentle, pleasant
beauty could carry a deadly
curse, with a single innocent
seeming thorn prick.
Enough not to be noticed
until the final hour,
and the victim will be claimed
with a rose’s sweetened kiss.
1:08 PM - 5/9/2006 -
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