And in that graveyard of broken hearts,
one rose of passion shall bloom
Not the passion of love, or despair
Not of anger of ecstasy, but of compassion
She feels the pains of those close
She feels the needs of maternal help
She sees what others decide to repel
And she holds you in her deepest of corridors
She would never turn you away
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Written May 24th, 2006
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So true. So true *nod* *nod* yep. Perfectly fitting poem of you, Rose...and now I'm going to give you aNOTHER applaud and rid more of my points.


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