Red roses
Roses so red as her lips.
Blooming under the sun.
A paddle so soft as her skin.
So frigale to the touch.
Like the wings of a butterfly.
One touch.
And the butterfly could die.
But she can wear stand more.
The roses has thornes as protection.
Like her walls around her, shielding her.
Sometimes the thornes sting.
But if you look further than her wall.
You will see a garden with beautifull red roses .
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