Rotting
Jette, 14
Black rose of death in my fist I clutch,
Thorns shred my finger tips and drips toxic blood.
Kiss me one last time, wipe off my sweat
and whisper “are you dying?†in my ear.
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390 
Black rose of death in my fist I clutch,
Thorns shred my finger tips and drips toxic blood.
Kiss me one last time, wipe off my sweat
and whisper “are you dying?†in my ear.
0 390