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by Paul Ciavardini

Created on: October 27, 2009 Last Updated: October 29, 2009

Pains reminder of a rose:

I used to pass the roses,
For fear of the thorns.
I learned to let palms bleed,
For the scent against my face.

Now frost has slain the spring,
Gardens hold only thorns.
But I still let my palms bleed,
For pains reminder of a rose.

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