AJUST
The scent of roses Collected of red shoots Red overlays, boasting colors All like the real illusion of a bloody ocean Wanna fall in the charm Don't take one of the rose stems It doesn't hurt but there's something would be burned The pain of suffering is not comparable Pain in the hand Wounds in the hand Thorns in hand Blood in hand Drip slowly ... Beauty color Like roses, surely
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