The Rose

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By lance

Torn and tattered between the pages it lies and beckons for me to see the worst meant for others eyes old and wilted are the leaves and petals now i dont really want to read but it forces me somehow dry and brittle it breaks apart in my hand as i take it from the page and obey it on command fresh and dewey as i see it through my tears seems to be a symbol of my childhood fears crushed and broken as it through my hand it crumbled it was an accident as in my years i stumbled dark and dreary were the words i just read upon that terrible page that wont leave my head.

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August 26, 2011 08:27eleanor maslen

i do but i dont really use it somtimes im online... [email protected]

how old am i? old enough to know better..young enough not to care :)