"Our Beautiful Roses "
to speak in ways of riddled tongues.
the sprout of this lonliest seed.
as the shattered wedding bells rung.
we hate out of our desire and need.
budding of this twisted flower,
polluted sight of its cancerous dew.
blackish yellow sight of jagged peddles.
red tipped thorns that slice our throats open.
then pollen of SARS,
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