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The Bleeding Rose (Free verse) by BleedingRose Petals confined
by transparent wire.
Roots embedded
in the red soaked mire.
Gasping for air,
she twists and she turns.
Old scars opened
by self sharpened thorns.
A blaze she does see
in her darkest of nights.
The fire of her dreams;
such a bright burning light.
And when the flames near,
and then flicker and die,
she watches them fade
without wondering why.
For her inner struggle
has now changed its pace.
Shes been robbed of her will.
Such a long, hard race.
Shes surrendered, and now,
forgetting her needs,
she will wait for the day
she no longer bleeds.
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