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roses

Gilda

She wants roses

i’ll give her roses

i’ll ring wring her

and she’ll get some roses

Stained deep red

bled from the heart

deep colour running through her veins

pumping through my heart

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he

he made me feel like roses were the colour of my arms

and made sure each blood stained memory was left to serve

he set the graphic tone of distress as i bled all over him

the scars that place like ink through a funnel

replenish my arm and these eyes that stare at the faceless world are pools of broken glass

scraped together so the streets may never smile again.