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Black Roses

flying through the air
my soul seeps
rushing against me
wishing me darkness
black roses
the feel
and touch of them
needles sticking through my hands
blood everywhere
chilling along
black roses
how they fall in the air
flattering my face
dancing in the moonlight
listening to the behond
opening a door
entering and feeling the darkness
the powers
the dreams
and the rose its self
bleeding along my side
while i sit and weep
someday the black rose will be mine
black roses
just dream and be alive

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