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ISO - "Something You Should Know"

Is that I love roses more than any other flower.

I love the way they smell and look,

The colors they come in,

The way they bloom in the sunlight,

The browning edges of the petals I have pressed.

I love the meaning they carry,

A complex emotion hidden in the layered petals.

An emotion I long to obtain.

So forgive me if I cry,

It’s just that the roses mean so much to me,

And I fear I will spend my whole life searching, 

For a rose without thorns.

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