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Roses are red
red hearts that bleed
lie limp in lights that fade
faded eyes speak
of heartaches, hurt and hate
hate blinding lights, dead ends,
narrow lanes suggestive of cruel intentions
intentions and intuitions played dead
and let blind hearts hit thorns
thorns red roses grow
are aimless lovers' bed
where they shed torment and pain
pain which every heart knows
pain which swallows mirth
pain which roses permit
pain red as roses
pain are thorns
thorns and roses
bled the hearts
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