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Rose Wall (Free verse) by Carvaceous I painted roses on my wall
Wearily I watch and wait for them to grow tall
Day after day
As I sit
They stay
The same red, red
And my countenance
pallors
Yet they bloom
Even through the Winter's gloom
Oh how I wish they'd break
and drop
For I fear they'll never grow
nor end and stop
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