Roses And Wrists
Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
Sugar Is Sweet
And So Are You
But The Roses Have Wilted
And The Violets Are Dead
My Sugarbowl's Empty
My Wrists Are Stained Red
And I Just Want To End
This poem is about:
Our world
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