in the meadow
watching flowers grow
i think of you
and i cry
i pick a red rose
crying
the thorn tears my skin
i cringe at first
but then i realize
i deserved it
i took this flower's life
so it should hurt me in return
i cut my flesh with the thorns
painful relief
repaying the debt
for the red rose
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