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THE ROSE
The Rose opened its heart petal by petal
unfolding its virtues to the naked eye
You opened your heart page by page
unfolding your virtues to my soul
even sealing it with a loving kiss
on that fateful day
It was only to last seven weeks
until your gun was pointed at my head
the double barrel between my eyes
you hated the concept of equality
slavery was your ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 1:19 pm
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